<?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-17951543</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:29:43.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of absurdity, beauty, confusion, discovery, excitement, fun, glamour, happiness, irony, jokes, knowledge, love, memories, necessity, obduracy, pleasure, quintessence, rumours, sabotage, truth, uniqueness, vacuousness, wealthness, x- factor, youth, zest in my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-2030815910494444481</id><published>2007-10-06T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T02:57:15.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVHvhy_PI/AAAAAAAAAMc/u_Utxcba1jQ/s1600-h/P9230069.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I have been sooooooooo busy recently and I mean it !&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Well, besides the usual University exams, tests, assignments. I got myself a job :)&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Therefore, I don't have much time. I try to squeeze in some sports now and then, and that makes it even harder to blog (opps)&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I have also taken up part time Austswim Course, and in order to get my certification, I will need to complete 20 hours of shallow teaching ( On top of my work + Uni )&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Anyway, just a note, I won't be blogging anymore. I don't have much time on the PC, unless it is necessary. I have been neglecting Bertram too!! *TUT MIR LEID SCHATZ*&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;But no worries friends + family. I will definitely contact you when I am back in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; ok.&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Please sent me a message on msn or mail me anytime ( especially when you change your phone number)&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Alight then, take care everyone and I shall leave you with some beautiful flowers from Floriade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVGvhy_MI/AAAAAAAAAME/GcP1o34xbt8/s1600-h/P9230042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVGvhy_MI/AAAAAAAAAME/GcP1o34xbt8/s320/P9230042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118153075855654082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdaZPhy_RI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5Kzil2Ks9io/s1600-h/P9230137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdaYvhy_QI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F-eylQP5L60/s320/P9230162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118158882651438338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdaZ_hy_TI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K_C_fWp6CFM/s1600-h/P9230084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdaZ_hy_TI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K_C_fWp6CFM/s320/P9230084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118158904126274866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdaaPhy_UI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fyel2eSBOSY/s1600-h/P9230126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdaaPhy_UI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fyel2eSBOSY/s320/P9230126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118158908421242178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVF_hy_LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/r0Hlx-fWuYo/s1600-h/P9230044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVF_hy_LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/r0Hlx-fWuYo/s320/P9230044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118153062970752178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVG_hy_NI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jhZlYNdPUC8/s1600-h/P9230045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVG_hy_NI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jhZlYNdPUC8/s320/P9230045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118153080150621394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVHvhy_PI/AAAAAAAAAMc/u_Utxcba1jQ/s1600-h/P9230069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVHvhy_PI/AAAAAAAAAMc/u_Utxcba1jQ/s320/P9230069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118153093035523314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-2030815910494444481?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2030815910494444481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=2030815910494444481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/2030815910494444481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/2030815910494444481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/10/final-update.html' title='Final Update'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RwdVGvhy_MI/AAAAAAAAAME/GcP1o34xbt8/s72-c/P9230042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-373715021367008264</id><published>2007-09-06T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:57:44.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APEC Summit II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was reading through the news, ok this APEC summit is going over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i understand if everyone wants to attack Bush, but they are making the animals accommodate them too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Animals from Taronga Zoo will be shipped to Garden Island to create a private zoo for APEC spouses" Source - The Daily Telegraph (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-373715021367008264?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/373715021367008264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=373715021367008264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/373715021367008264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/373715021367008264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/09/apec-summit-ii.html' title='APEC Summit II'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-5379958799598528211</id><published>2007-09-05T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:33:23.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski trip to Perisher Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This happened 2-3 weeks ago. I was mugging for exams, now that most of them are over, I could update again ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a group of friends + I went for a 1 day ski trip. It was fun, should have stayed longer though. Will ski again when i go Germany !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the coach, on our way up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MFLu50HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0x9-nwIUfFI/s1600-h/P8210002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MFLu50HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0x9-nwIUfFI/s320/P8210002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106673048161472626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MHbu50KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ub6tiMmbYDA/s1600-h/P8210010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MHbu50KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ub6tiMmbYDA/s320/P8210010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106673086816178338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Destination ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6Qk7u50NI/AAAAAAAAALE/F_ZFfzYzc0E/s1600-h/P8210020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6Qk7u50NI/AAAAAAAAALE/F_ZFfzYzc0E/s320/P8210020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106677991668830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MH7u50LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JBKE7xgzC5w/s1600-h/P8210013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MH7u50LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JBKE7xgzC5w/s320/P8210013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106673095406112946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RuD6V7u50RI/AAAAAAAAALk/UVRQEvubegk/s1600-h/P8210047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RuD6V7u50RI/AAAAAAAAALk/UVRQEvubegk/s320/P8210047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107357232156758290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RuD6Wru50TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jry1b2kSxHY/s1600-h/P8210054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RuD6Wru50TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jry1b2kSxHY/s320/P8210054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107357245041660210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6Qlbu50OI/AAAAAAAAALM/kxXujzjUbls/s1600-h/P8210022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6Qlbu50OI/AAAAAAAAALM/kxXujzjUbls/s320/P8210022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106678000258765026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6QmLu50QI/AAAAAAAAALc/iIhLhAw14eA/s1600-h/P8210032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6QmLu50QI/AAAAAAAAALc/iIhLhAw14eA/s320/P8210032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106678013143666946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My ski board sound so cool - " Diablo" :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6QmLu50QI/AAAAAAAAALc/iIhLhAw14eA/s1600-h/P8210032.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MGLu50II/AAAAAAAAAKc/jrUFcX2qRGk/s1600-h/P8210004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MGLu50II/AAAAAAAAAKc/jrUFcX2qRGk/s320/P8210004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106673065341341826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6Qkbu50MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bQd8ddGnNzY/s1600-h/P8210017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6Qkbu50MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bQd8ddGnNzY/s320/P8210017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106677983078895810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MGru50JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GuKfQoJzQqg/s1600-h/P8210005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MGru50JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GuKfQoJzQqg/s320/P8210005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106673073931276434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Group photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MGru50JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GuKfQoJzQqg/s1600-h/P8210005.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6Ql7u50PI/AAAAAAAAALU/ksdIz5QEVgw/s1600-h/P8210034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6Ql7u50PI/AAAAAAAAALU/ksdIz5QEVgw/s320/P8210034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106678008848699634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On our way back, the scenery in Australia Countryside is beautiful ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6Ql7u50PI/AAAAAAAAALU/ksdIz5QEVgw/s1600-h/P8210034.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RuD6Wbu50SI/AAAAAAAAALs/80JQMgE0rVk/s1600-h/P8210076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RuD6Wbu50SI/AAAAAAAAALs/80JQMgE0rVk/s320/P8210076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107357240746692898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia is a really nice place for holiday. It has everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-5379958799598528211?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5379958799598528211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=5379958799598528211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5379958799598528211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5379958799598528211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/09/ski-trip-to-perisher-blue.html' title='Ski trip to Perisher Blue'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rt6MFLu50HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0x9-nwIUfFI/s72-c/P8210002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-5943905337309196836</id><published>2007-09-04T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T03:44:40.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APEC Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sydney is holding the APEC summit from Sept 2 - 9 2007.  21 leaders from all over the world will come together to discuss global issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, George Bush is flying down. He is expected to reach here around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;Because of him, the whole Sydney city was shut down and transport suspended along the airport line till he land safely.  The whole road from airport to his hotel are sealed until he reach the hotel. Needless to say the hotel that he is staying are kind of off-limits too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the world's most powerful man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-5943905337309196836?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5943905337309196836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=5943905337309196836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5943905337309196836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5943905337309196836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/09/apec-summit.html' title='APEC Summit'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-2754131488054556295</id><published>2007-08-27T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T05:05:20.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My family health and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all know that our genes make up a huge part of us.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,  straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure about the rest of the world but when i think about my family health history problem. It looks pretty nasty &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most significant "sickness"  that runs through my paternal side is Diabetics. The whole family tree has it, and that includes extended relatives. My father himself is diabetic, 5 other siblings of his were also diagnosed with diabetics. Both grandma and grandpa have it. We have a family history of eye problems. My uncles and aunts are Myopic with degrees of over 1k, we also have dry eyes. One of my aunt has Glaucoma, my grandma and a few family members have Cataract. Grandma also have senile dementia. Just recently, my uncle was diagnosed with Osteoporosis. Another of my aunt has Cholesterol problem and  High Blood Pressure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maternal side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa died of stomach cancer, my grandma has Heart disease. My uncle has Gout, another has Kidney stones, we also have Hemorrhoid, Gallstones, High blood pressure, Gastric, Reflux problems and allergic nose (dust mite). My brother is overweight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz ... Really need to take care of myself.  Think about your own family health history and take good care of yourself too. Peace ^^  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-2754131488054556295?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2754131488054556295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=2754131488054556295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/2754131488054556295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/2754131488054556295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-family-health-and-me.html' title='My family health and me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-2697662426702553693</id><published>2007-08-17T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T03:25:32.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a funny fish dream yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that all 3 fishes are inside an aquarium and the water was dirty so i decided to change and also transfer them to 2 different tanks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while transferring, 1 fish (A) was especially hard to "transfer", he keeps struggling and i was so afraid that it will jump out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to transfer a lonely fish (B)  into the "back" tank, while i put the other 2 (A &amp; C)  in the bigger "front" tank. But strangely,  2 fishes (B &amp; C ) got trapped into the back tank while " the struggling fish (A)" got into the front tank. Fish C which is suppose to be in front was looking at me with so sad eyes but if i were to transfer him out, it means Fish B will be affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, Fish B is slowly slipping out of the tank, and it dropped onto the floor, i knew i need to save it or else it will die without water, but i was afraid to pick it up as it is slimy and struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea on my dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked up the internet on "dream interpretation". They say fishes are symbol of fertility. Isn't this weird because i have 3 cousins who are pregnant back in Singapore!! 1 from my mum side and 2 from dad's side. The 3 babies are due October 2007, December 2007 and February  2008.  *Goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what is going on (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-2697662426702553693?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2697662426702553693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=2697662426702553693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/2697662426702553693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/2697662426702553693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/08/fish-dream.html' title='Fish Dream'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-5953805112853238630</id><published>2007-08-16T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:27:19.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore gathering in Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a Singaporean gathering ^^. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had steamboat, desserts, after that we played poker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RsTpJ7u50FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0MV6j6KcIvs/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RsTpJ7u50FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0MV6j6KcIvs/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099457034952757330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RsTpKLu50GI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Khrjfu2v9QM/s1600-h/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RsTpKLu50GI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Khrjfu2v9QM/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099457039247724642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone was busy eating and preparing, so not much pics la :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-5953805112853238630?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5953805112853238630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=5953805112853238630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5953805112853238630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5953805112853238630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/08/singapore-gathering-in-sydney.html' title='Singapore gathering in Sydney'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RsTpJ7u50FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0MV6j6KcIvs/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-3482260711750084027</id><published>2007-08-13T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:22:09.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My food choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This has been in my mind for a while, however i feel, now is the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I shall become a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PESCETARIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are lots of names for it too. I personally like "Vegequarian" and "Piscetarian"^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  not doing this for religious purposes, *although i have been reading some Taoism and Buddhism books. I just feel i should be doing this, (more for health reasons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why but i have become health and fitness obsessed ! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to feed my body with nutritious food, therefore it is necessary to make wise food choices&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those " vegetarian - meats" are a great invention but they have no nutrition value because they just consist of flour, wheat and soy. *which is total carbs. Seriously, you get more nutrition from the real meat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be eating cheese/ cheese spread, yogurt and milk ( definitely, skim or low fat)  because i need my daily calcium intake, and occasional (but not too often) eggs for protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall eliminate noodles and white bread. Rice on the other hand is alright because it is "more organic" and not so processed like noodles. (But because due to its high carb contents,*still need to slim down u know* I shall avoid them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole-grain, wholemeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, buckwheat pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and bread and oats are alright because they give me the fibre i need. Foods need to have a fibre content of at least 8g (per 100g) in order for it to be considered as "high fibre". Don't get misled by the labels saying " high in fibre" Look at the nutrition labels yourself. Bread and pasta are all carbs too, therefore i only allow myself 100% pure oats and some bread/pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, all processed, "unreal" food should be eliminated. *I am opting organic, or labels with the least ingredients ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot actually! They are just empty calories but they give u pleasure :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.e Chocolates ( with exception of dark chocolates - 70% content), all lollies, candies, chips, cookies, jellies, pudding, ice-cream, cakes, tarts, fruit juice, soda, spreads like Nutella, butter .   *I have a weakness for cookies though &gt;.&lt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I still need to enjoy life so some treats should be fine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Without a doubt, all fried food /fast food should be eliminated. The only "fat" which is healthy is the "extra virgin olive oil".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word of caution, i know nuts are "healthy snacks" because they are high in protein but beware, they are very high in fat, thus = calories. However their "fats" are not as bad as those other snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to gym at least 3 times a week, but i am becoming so lazy lately! and whenever i do resistance training i eat a multi-vitamin supplement. They recommend to eat daily but i am not going to do that because it will harden my bowels. Nonetheless! Drink lots of water and pure tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my life is really complicated  (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-3482260711750084027?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3482260711750084027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=3482260711750084027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3482260711750084027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3482260711750084027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-food-choices.html' title='My food choices'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-2751854253333988156</id><published>2007-08-05T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T04:36:02.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Graffiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Playing with "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" now. It is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; just with more applications rather than just browsing friends. Anyway i am using this " graffiti application". I did some drawings :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RrW1W2sRItI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7ZnFrKVNPgM/s1600-h/Destiny.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095177957682520786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RrW1W2sRItI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7ZnFrKVNPgM/s320/Destiny.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RrW1XGsRIuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gXgVjGhSKhI/s1600-h/Hope.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095177961977488098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RrW1XGsRIuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gXgVjGhSKhI/s320/Hope.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RrW1XGsRIvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XENidYobHkM/s1600-h/phantom.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095177961977488114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RrW1XGsRIvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XENidYobHkM/s320/phantom.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RrW1Y2sRIwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iqtSPX9SfVk/s1600-h/Fate.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095177992042259202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RrW1Y2sRIwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iqtSPX9SfVk/s320/Fate.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no idea why i drew all that (LOL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just whatever comes to my mind. I am sure my drawings are quite obvious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is fun, go try it. (Although it is hard to control the mouse sometime)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-2751854253333988156?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2751854253333988156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=2751854253333988156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/2751854253333988156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/2751854253333988156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/08/facebook-graffiti.html' title='Facebook Graffiti'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RrW1W2sRItI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7ZnFrKVNPgM/s72-c/Destiny.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-3946929220701569732</id><published>2007-07-28T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:38:35.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer vacation (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My uncle brought his family and me to a baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first baseball match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home team is the Oakland athletics. They played against Seattle and lost miserably :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was held in the Colosseum at Oakland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqwgAmsRIlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7BiE-J7DKcA/s1600-h/P7030004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqwgAmsRIlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7BiE-J7DKcA/s320/P7030004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092480473407496786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwk32sRIoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/prJJgECBRNs/s1600-h/P7030020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwk32sRIoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/prJJgECBRNs/s320/P7030020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092485820641780354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqwgAWsRIkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/g5IVQrAyrj4/s1600-h/P7030002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqwgAWsRIkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/g5IVQrAyrj4/s320/P7030002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092480469112529474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was lucky! (or maybe not). I saw 1 home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqwgAWsRIkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/g5IVQrAyrj4/s1600-h/P7030002.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwk4msRIrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kd-s0-6Jrhg/s1600-h/P7030017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwk4msRIrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kd-s0-6Jrhg/s320/P7030017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092485833526682290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwk4msRIrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kd-s0-6Jrhg/s1600-h/P7030017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwk4GsRIpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GKJcOQLmnnc/s1600-h/P7030010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwk4GsRIpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GKJcOQLmnnc/s320/P7030010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092485824936747666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are everywhere! Selling everything. From Starbucks coffee, to ice-cream, chips, candy floss, lemonade, lollies, chocolates, pizza, you name it. They have it. This man is selling snow cones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwk4WsRIqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xDYAKKiUJM4/s1600-h/P7030013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwk4WsRIqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xDYAKKiUJM4/s320/P7030013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092485829231714978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had nachos with cheese and jalapeños. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwf_2sRIjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9o_oBgCF0XE/s1600-h/nachos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rqwf_2sRIjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9o_oBgCF0XE/s320/nachos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092480460522594866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Julie( their daughter) and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqwgA2sRImI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QkwONuUuoWs/s1600-h/P7030006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqwgA2sRImI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QkwONuUuoWs/s320/P7030006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092480477702464098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-3946929220701569732?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3946929220701569732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=3946929220701569732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3946929220701569732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3946929220701569732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-vacation-part-2.html' title='Summer vacation (Part 2)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqwgAmsRIlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7BiE-J7DKcA/s72-c/P7030004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-8317441921958155174</id><published>2007-07-27T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T04:35:32.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok i am confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts are racing across my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few options. Girls! If you are reading this, msn me to talk to me ok :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I shall fly to Germany and home (Dec and Chinese new year 2008) while looking for an apartment to move out and work part-time until i graduate ( which is end 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Apply to go for an exchange program to either Germany or USA during July  2008 and just stay with my relatives and also work part time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-8317441921958155174?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8317441921958155174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=8317441921958155174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/8317441921958155174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/8317441921958155174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/07/help.html' title='Help !!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-1867735910147378156</id><published>2007-07-26T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:00:42.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Summer Vacation ( Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am back in Australia. It is cold, dark and gloomy here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want SUMMER back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, girls it was really nice to hang out with all of you. Please sent me those pics you took ok ? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happening except that my flight in Tokyo was cancelled due to typhoon. It was worth it because i get to spend 1 night at "Sheraton by the Bay" ^^  beside Tokyo Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flight cancelled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmJFWsRIUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6ns_AfVOiWQ/s1600-h/P7110022_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmJFWsRIUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6ns_AfVOiWQ/s320/P7110022_01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091751578802659650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On our way to the hotel  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmNtGsRIaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qajFMoyospE/s1600-h/P7110024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmNtGsRIaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qajFMoyospE/s320/P7110024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091756659748970914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;View of the hotel room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmNtGsRIaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qajFMoyospE/s1600-h/P7110024.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTFWsRIhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/l9cRGeo8juc/s1600-h/P7110056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTFWsRIhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/l9cRGeo8juc/s320/P7110056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091762573918937618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmNtWsRIbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vYlv8JFru64/s1600-h/P7110025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmNtWsRIbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vYlv8JFru64/s320/P7110025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091756664043938226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmNt2sRIdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IJXTskw-s_s/s1600-h/P7110038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmNt2sRIdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IJXTskw-s_s/s320/P7110038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091756672633872850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTEGsRIeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8On_oY2g2Kg/s1600-h/P7110043.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTEGsRIeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8On_oY2g2Kg/s320/P7110043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091762552444101090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cute guide book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTE2sRIgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SjOFT32TzVc/s1600-h/P7110039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTE2sRIgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SjOFT32TzVc/s320/P7110039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091762565329003010" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTFmsRIiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wyh9BoeWbAE/s1600-h/P7110058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTFmsRIiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wyh9BoeWbAE/s320/P7110058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091762578213904930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outdoor view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmJGGsRIXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IbGP9qluWQ0/s1600-h/P7110055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmJGGsRIXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IbGP9qluWQ0/s320/P7110055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091751591687561586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmJFmsRIVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PcPbNEC9fFA/s1600-h/P7110060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmJFmsRIVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PcPbNEC9fFA/s320/P7110060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091751583097626962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmJF2sRIWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/A6n2V3oRAYU/s1600-h/P7110054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmJF2sRIWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/A6n2V3oRAYU/s320/P7110054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091751587392594274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmNs2sRIZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9qqnTHQ-6jk/s1600-h/P7110063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmNs2sRIZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9qqnTHQ-6jk/s320/P7110063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091756655454003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTEmsRIfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YRF13DhyMDA/s1600-h/P7110070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmTEmsRIfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YRF13DhyMDA/s320/P7110070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091762561034035698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cool huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was just a glimpse of Tokyo, it was enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna go Tokyo next time ^^ &lt;/span&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/17951543-1867735910147378156?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1867735910147378156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=1867735910147378156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/1867735910147378156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/1867735910147378156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-summer-vacation.html' title='Back from Summer Vacation ( Part 1)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RqmJFWsRIUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6ns_AfVOiWQ/s72-c/P7110022_01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-7200349241674481529</id><published>2007-06-11T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:02:51.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How is everyone feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am suppose to study but * i feel saturated right now* so .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly @ Eileen, sorry  i didn't see your comments until now :P - I will be going to California. Most prob SFO, not too sure if i have time to go up to LA. You will be back in Singapore during that time right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i made a list on what i am going to do when i go back to Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be with my family&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat and meet all my lovely friends :D&lt;br /&gt;3) SUNTAN!! - I was browsing through pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG I have become SOOOO Fair.  Bad! Really Bad *Terrible* Because I don't like to be fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell how fair i have become (-.-"")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry for the size but i have limited old photos on my laptop :P, well but you get a rough idea on my skin tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1EyyemvPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/983iIQaLuZU/s1600-h/P1010337edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1EyyemvPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/983iIQaLuZU/s320/P1010337edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074787994450705650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This too! See how i am of a "darker" shade compared to Bertram and my classmates on the table, (Look at my arm and his)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1FdiemvQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZHerjk6ENdA/s1600-h/PICT0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1FdiemvQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZHerjk6ENdA/s320/PICT0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074788728890113282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is how i look recently!! Omg see how fair i have became!  I used to be tanner than most people.  Now i am fair! :P (I am the 1 on the outer right )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1FdiemvQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZHerjk6ENdA/s1600-h/PICT0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1GRiemvRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/apknbb-RC8o/s1600-h/girl+group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1GRiemvRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/apknbb-RC8o/s320/girl+group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074789622243310866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the middle, (yeah ok i know i am fat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1DMCemvOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/luAX5MAmMBk/s1600-h/DSC06625_compressed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1DMCemvOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/luAX5MAmMBk/s320/DSC06625_compressed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074786229219146978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So girls!!! It is time to suntan ok ;) @Alicia, Serene, Juan and Caiying!! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-7200349241674481529?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7200349241674481529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=7200349241674481529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/7200349241674481529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/7200349241674481529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/06/mission-in-singapore.html' title='Mission in Singapore'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rm1EyyemvPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/983iIQaLuZU/s72-c/P1010337edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-7541253174200542136</id><published>2007-05-30T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:04:14.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams! then singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry, i am cramping for exams now &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;this semester is really bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i will be going back to singapore from 28 june- 19 july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between will be going to america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will contact  u ( my dear friends) when i get back ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any changes in phone number .... sent me an email telling me k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-7541253174200542136?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7541253174200542136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=7541253174200542136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/7541253174200542136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/7541253174200542136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/05/exams-then-singapore.html' title='Exams! then singapore'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-3689397546850246461</id><published>2007-05-22T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T04:39:38.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back skin ! + New goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woohoo !! My skin has recovered :D ( *now i can face ppl again :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy :D ( Drinking lotsa water, not eating fried fatty food + sleep + wash and moisturize face really works). It is like "cleaning" both inside (food) and outside (wash) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have another new goal !! A little sick of going to gym, think i shall aim for another exercise goal. To be able to run half a marathon !! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of Singaporean friends are doing the same, they train every saturday ! I might go down to join them this saturday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-3689397546850246461?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3689397546850246461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=3689397546850246461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3689397546850246461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3689397546850246461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-back-skin-new-goal.html' title='Welcome back skin ! + New goal'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-8696517874956832111</id><published>2007-05-14T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:18:20.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH!! Now i am done for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember i said about the effects of the juice, now it is surfacing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT IS BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people who knows me personally knows that i have very good skin. I have no blemishes, no ache, no break-out, no make up and skin stills look clear and smooth, no skin problem at all!! But recently, i have small bumps all over my face :((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has NEVER happened before and it looked really bad. It is like goosebumps all over my whole face (DAMMIT), especially my forehead, eye area + chin *Really depressed* - now i understand how people with skin problem feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been telling me, it might be my body reacting to the juice, all the toxic purging out !! :((((((((((  *cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really regretting this  , why did i have to go make my skin this way ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, What is done cannot be undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*think positive* Maybe after this outbreak, my skin will be even better and radiant when it clears :D - in the meantime, shall take care of my skin &amp;amp; hope it clears soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-8696517874956832111?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8696517874956832111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=8696517874956832111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/8696517874956832111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/8696517874956832111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-juice.html' title='stupid juice'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-3546066853357080434</id><published>2007-05-11T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:14:08.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of detox - lemon detox diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, congrats to my cousin, Noelle who is pregnant :D !! You go girl ! Time goes by so fast, still remember when we were young (haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, the detox is finally over. *Really lots of willpower &amp; determination needed :P How on earth can people do that for 10 days ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To sum up this diet *this is how i feel - it is different for different ppl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No dizzy spells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No lack of energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Able to sleep throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look better in clothes ! ( &lt;--- gym effort too!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost a couple of weights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still have ability to concentrate on studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Food really does taste better when you start eating them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say it is suppose to make ur nails/hair/teeth/skin conditions better. Hm... I never had any of those problems :P *thank god* (Ok occasional pimple, some bad hair day but nothing serious) so there wasn't much changes on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I go to the toilet very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Farting occurs quite often as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am suppose to add this "pepper/chilli" powder inside but i didn't because it taste very horrible. I think this was developed by "non- asian". They don't eat chilli often so they are trying to incorporate it (because chilli are known to increase metabolism and help in weight loss).  I have been eating chilli my whole life!! Seriously, there are much better ways to enjoy that spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I get really hungry at times, my stomach sings like twice daily ( lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't walk pass food, it just makes you more hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drinking that juice kinda kills appetite, whenever i feel hungry i just drink that and i don't feel hungry anymore &lt;- this is gd or bad ? However by drinking so much, you get sick of that taste. It felt like, if i were to continue drinking that for 1 more day, i am going to puke all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They want us to drink laxative tea and salt water! I didn't because this tea is really bad for health. So there wasn't any bowel movements :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I conclude the program by drinking 200ml in the morning, ate an apple for lunch (bad choice to attack solid food first! Don't), the tummy feels heavy from that apple. So i drank pure squeeze orange juice (so much better) and for dinner, i ate banana puree. * Word of advice, when concluding the program - pretend you don't have any teeth so try to eat "liquid" food or juice. Since i am only doing it for 4 days (lol) they say it takes only 1-2 days for me to recover normal eating habits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh! the moment i ate, there was immediate bowel movements! &lt;- power :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still have some syrup left. Perhaps i will drink that once a week just to finish it and at the same time, give the body a break *like after eating fast food or junk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-3546066853357080434?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3546066853357080434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=3546066853357080434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3546066853357080434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3546066853357080434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-of-detox-lemon-detox-diet.html' title='End of detox - lemon detox diet'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-6376562828138423831</id><published>2007-05-08T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T04:35:05.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox - 2nd day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is Tuesday( almost end of day 2) , started detox yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went well, i am really disciplined in drinking only the juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is starting to become hard for me because i get hungry and there are temptations everywhere! *Please let me have the strength to finish this detox program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still going to the gym, exercise routine changed a little though(to accommodate this detox plan). Instead of the usual boxing, intense cycling, at least 45 mins of cardio + body pump. I am doing pilates/yoga classes +only 20 mins cardio. *Think i am still able to do my body pump.  ( will try on Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any fatigue nor discomfort, only a few stomach growling occasions. Otherwise, i didn't felt weak (during exercise) and i am able to sleep through the night.  Anyway, i don't think i can last 7 days just by drinking that juice. I shall go for the 5-days plan (lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well... will see when time comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-6376562828138423831?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6376562828138423831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=6376562828138423831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/6376562828138423831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/6376562828138423831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/05/detox-2nd-day.html' title='Detox - 2nd day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-8857386673527855035</id><published>2007-05-05T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T04:20:32.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, my family in Australia celebrated my birthday for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we went to watch Spiderman 3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. We had fish, vegetables, pork...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice of them, although the fish cost a lot! it was a whooping $220 !!! The whole meal cost $300! for just 5 people. ( feel kinda bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, i receive a present from them!!!!! it was this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RjxiVeffytI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g33etRDG88g/s1600-h/fe-220front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RjxiVeffytI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g33etRDG88g/s320/fe-220front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061028202359540434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg!! I am soooooooo grateful to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-8857386673527855035?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8857386673527855035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=8857386673527855035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/8857386673527855035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/8857386673527855035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/05/birthday-celebrations.html' title='Birthday celebrations'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RjxiVeffytI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g33etRDG88g/s72-c/fe-220front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-4853096575943824867</id><published>2007-04-25T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:47:04.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the title says ... there is nothing much going on (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still studying for mid-semester exams. I am pretty much the same, *still trying to lose weight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pff... I haven't been going to the gym (!!! BAD MEL). Only twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow's test, I must go more often!! *Promise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to start detox plan next week too :D - still waiting for the lemon's prices to drop (-.-") or should i wait until the lemons from my uncle's backyard to grow so that I don't need to buy lemons? But those won't be ripe until end of May. Hm.... Perhaps it will be better to save money because uncle says, once the lemons are ripe, they have so many that they need to give them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... I guess I &lt;s&gt;shall try to&lt;/s&gt; MUST increase days working out in the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-4853096575943824867?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4853096575943824867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=4853096575943824867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/4853096575943824867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/4853096575943824867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing-much-going-on.html' title='Nothing much going on'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-568551326971546314</id><published>2007-04-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T06:24:18.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - Keep Holding On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Together we stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'll be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You know I'll take your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When it gets cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There's no place to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;no I won't give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Keep holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Just, stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There's nothing you can say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nothing you can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;there's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Before it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This could all disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Before the doors close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;With you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I will fight and defend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Keep holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Just, stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nothing you can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nothing you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hear me when I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When I say I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nothing's gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nothing's gonna change trust in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Whatever's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Will work out perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-568551326971546314?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/568551326971546314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=568551326971546314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/568551326971546314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/568551326971546314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/04/avril-lavigne-keep-holding-on.html' title='Avril Lavigne - Keep Holding On'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-686524818829378279</id><published>2007-04-18T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:38:46.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Detox Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My detox package has arrived!! I waited 3 weeks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that long wait, didn't have that mood to detox anymore ( :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... it is suppose to "cleanse" your body and you will be able to lose 3-5 kg (:D) &lt;- this is the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says what you will lose are "body impurities", oh well.... *giving it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is good, will recommend you peeps ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-686524818829378279?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/686524818829378279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=686524818829378279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/686524818829378279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/686524818829378279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/04/detox-plan.html' title='A Detox Plan'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-3598790282525205517</id><published>2007-04-16T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:03:32.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please age gracefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today i was waiting at the bus stop, when i saw a very "unrefined" (disgusting) old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,oh well... i am not saying i don't respect old people! I didn't do anything to her or whatever, i am just saying she is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 65 years old *at least and she has long unkept grey hair, unbrushed, unwashed? (don't know, never go smell LOL*PLEASE*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was wearing a bright flowery short dress with heels and GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;I saw soooooooooooooo much leg hairs all over her lower legs up to the exposed thigh. I almost puked, it was A LOT of hair ok. The amount of hair on her legs were as much as some men! It was THAT obvious, i saw them when i was approaching the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still gives me the creep, er......so please! If u want to show off ur legs PLEASE SHAVE. Do this for yourself and others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is she a woman? maybe it is a HESHE (with that amount of hairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;never want to see such again&lt;/s&gt; hope i don't get to see such again (yucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-3598790282525205517?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3598790282525205517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=3598790282525205517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3598790282525205517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3598790282525205517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/04/please-age-gracefully.html' title='Please age gracefully'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-354629622278525588</id><published>2007-04-13T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:57:09.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sydney Royal Easter Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to the royal easter show last Wednesday. Well, this is an annual carnival held in the Sydney Olympic Park. I am so glad we are blessed with good weather on that day. Because Australia's weather can be very unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     My ShowLink ticket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxg--MzBI/AAAAAAAAACU/ObjbeKrnpMw/s1600-h/PICT0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxg--MzBI/AAAAAAAAACU/ObjbeKrnpMw/s320/PICT0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053163593383332882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entrance to the Show Park, Tents and Shops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxg--MzCI/AAAAAAAAACc/2tGc7by9tqo/s1600-h/PICT0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxg--MzCI/AAAAAAAAACc/2tGc7by9tqo/s320/PICT0926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053163593383332898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A game tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxhO-MzDI/AAAAAAAAACk/kdHME4oa4gY/s1600-h/PICT0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxhO-MzDI/AAAAAAAAACk/kdHME4oa4gY/s320/PICT0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053163597678300210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to  the  Animal farm after that ! Me and Dionne *Geez, i need to lose some weight man! Standing beside Dionne- makes it worst* LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxhO-MzEI/AAAAAAAAACs/8awQzPAvK-k/s1600-h/PICT0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxhO-MzEI/AAAAAAAAACs/8awQzPAvK-k/s320/PICT0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053163597678300226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2e-MzHI/AAAAAAAAADE/NVF-5JOxCtg/s1600-h/PICT0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2e-MzHI/AAAAAAAAADE/NVF-5JOxCtg/s320/PICT0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053165062262148210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2O-MzGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IQn4EXJjOKo/s1600-h/PICT0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2O-MzGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IQn4EXJjOKo/s320/PICT0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053165057967180898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxhO-MzFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3MKizkeJxA0/s1600-h/PICT0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxhO-MzFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3MKizkeJxA0/s320/PICT0932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053163597678300242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, we went into 1 of the halls, where we can buy food and a display of the "best fruit" across Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB0Cu-MzLI/AAAAAAAAADk/biIpy9VJjsw/s1600-h/PICT0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB0Cu-MzLI/AAAAAAAAADk/biIpy9VJjsw/s320/PICT0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053166372227173554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Northern district (Winner)&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB0Cu-MzMI/AAAAAAAAADs/CJMSPT-DBN0/s320/PICT0942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053166372227173570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB0C--MzNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sg0AgkVNPOI/s1600-h/PICT0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB0C--MzNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sg0AgkVNPOI/s320/PICT0948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053166376522140882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Pumpkin @225kg&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2u-MzKI/AAAAAAAAADc/_b06UpCTGWM/s1600-h/PICT0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2u-MzKI/AAAAAAAAADc/_b06UpCTGWM/s320/PICT0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053165066557115554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiSAxO-MzZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XAdEDGQOFd4/s1600-h/group+pic.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we went to the arena for an animal parade, well it is kinda boring for me because i have seen all of them in Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qO-MzRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8X8lA-tUVHE/s1600-h/PICT0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qO-MzRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8X8lA-tUVHE/s320/PICT0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053168150343634194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qe-MzSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3opSfnN4knY/s1600-h/PICT0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qe-MzSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3opSfnN4knY/s320/PICT0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053168154638601506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qu-MzTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rbk8rPR6FyA/s1600-h/PICT0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qu-MzTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rbk8rPR6FyA/s320/PICT0960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053168158933568818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiSAxO-MzZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XAdEDGQOFd4/s1600-h/group+pic.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vintage cars exhibition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2e-MzII/AAAAAAAAADM/ufh-VGvGz-M/s1600-h/PICT0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2e-MzII/AAAAAAAAADM/ufh-VGvGz-M/s320/PICT0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053165062262148226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2u-MzJI/AAAAAAAAADU/ICrSEyawe_I/s1600-h/PICT0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBy2u-MzJI/AAAAAAAAADU/ICrSEyawe_I/s320/PICT0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053165066557115538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rides , well... typical of a carnival&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB0De-MzPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2c0CL7gLNRc/s1600-h/PICT0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB0De-MzPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2c0CL7gLNRc/s320/PICT0953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053166385112075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this  photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiSAxO-MzZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XAdEDGQOFd4/s1600-h/group+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qO-MzQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SsJycJFm0vo/s1600-h/PICT0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qO-MzQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SsJycJFm0vo/s320/PICT0964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053168150343634178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We  went to the Showbag tent. Look at the Wonka bag, inside the bag for lotsa  wonka goodies. Like sweets, gums ...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caiying, we wanted to get you this bag actually but inside is just candies! No choco, so we didn't buy :P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB0C--MzOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RMU-vt9HBhY/s1600-h/PICT0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB0C--MzOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RMU-vt9HBhY/s320/PICT0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053166376522140898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My coke showbag !! Everything on display for just $25.  Er... handphone not included,  the hanging thing on it was :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB25--MzYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TwcP8vG0uFo/s1600-h/PICT0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB25--MzYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TwcP8vG0uFo/s320/PICT0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053169520438201730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we went for dinner at a Japanese Restaurant, but i forgot to take photos :(&lt;br /&gt;*too hungry LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After = desserts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qu-MzUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/c7PUHlQ-2eQ/s1600-h/PICT0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB1qu-MzUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/c7PUHlQ-2eQ/s320/PICT0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053168158933568834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB25e-MzVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t3uDH6-OhiI/s1600-h/PICT0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB25e-MzVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t3uDH6-OhiI/s320/PICT0967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053169511848267090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB25u-MzWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-3YQooDx0A8/s1600-h/PICT0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB25u-MzWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-3YQooDx0A8/s320/PICT0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053169516143234402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't feel like having ice-cream, so i ordered tea instead. Everyone was staring at me, like " She is so weird, why would anyone order tea in an ice- cream cafe"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB25u-MzXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R5nc45VC2YY/s1600-h/PICT0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiB25u-MzXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R5nc45VC2YY/s320/PICT0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053169516143234418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't know le, just didn't feel like having ice-cream. *Controlling diet*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this tea SUUUUUUUXXXXX. It is sooooooooooooo bitter. Yucks&lt;br /&gt;It has a nice name to it though. (Japanese Cherry Blossom Green Tea)&lt;br /&gt;Geez..... Next time if you happen to see this and want some tea. Don't pick this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with all of you  that night... You people are great :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiSAxO-MzZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XAdEDGQOFd4/s1600-h/group+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiSAxO-MzZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XAdEDGQOFd4/s320/group+pic.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054306265137466770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best wishes for your studies and always stay happy ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-354629622278525588?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/354629622278525588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=354629622278525588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/354629622278525588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/354629622278525588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/04/sydney-royal-easter-show.html' title='The Sydney Royal Easter Show'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RiBxg--MzBI/AAAAAAAAACU/ObjbeKrnpMw/s72-c/PICT0970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-3282906127825589808</id><published>2007-04-09T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:07:03.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Australia's having a long easter holiday.It started last friday and today is the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whenever there are public holidays, my family will prepare good food. I don't know if this is a good thing. I mean i appreciate it and (yes, i know other ppl don't have food to eat and that i should be grateful for them). However, this means i will become fat le (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices say: "Just do exercise, what is the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel: "The problem is, since it is a holiday the gyms are not open !!! Yes! throughout the whole long weekend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well for those people who still doesn't know the Australian culture - Psst! They are pretty lazy.) So how to shake off those calories? It is autumn now so it is cold to go jogging ! Swimming pools are not opened either! *Roll eyes and stare at bulging tummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy they are open tomorrow!!  Going down first thing in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, i will be going to the Sydney Royal Easter show this wednesday with a few friends. Will keep you update with pictures and all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! Mid semester exams next week too *&gt;.&lt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-3282906127825589808?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3282906127825589808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=3282906127825589808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3282906127825589808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3282906127825589808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-3820629665584186820</id><published>2007-03-30T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T04:36:45.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP (SWIMMING)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melbourne, Australia is having the swimming world championship now. It is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for those who know me, knows very well that I am not a stranger to swimming.... you guys know what i mean, my dad, my swimming and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch channel 9 everyday at 1900! It has become a routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Americans &lt;s&gt;were&lt;/s&gt; (OK, they still are) on fire. They won like 6,7?  gold and broke 2,3? world record in 1 day? :P (Around there la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy! Michael Phelps (OMG), he broke all the WR whenever he swims! (Can sense a new crush slowly emerging) *So i checked him out in Wikipedia :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Fred Phelps II&lt;/b&gt; (born June 30 1985) in Baltimore, Maryland, better known as simply &lt;b&gt;Michael Phelps&lt;/b&gt;, is an American swimmer and world-record holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same age!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pictures !! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsdmv79_I/AAAAAAAAABM/3cl4HV78sQY/s1600-h/_39953142_phellps300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsdmv79_I/AAAAAAAAABM/3cl4HV78sQY/s320/_39953142_phellps300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047669275737454578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgzuM2v7-EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UAevOZZqieM/s1600-h/t1_phelps_ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgzuM2v7-EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UAevOZZqieM/s320/t1_phelps_ap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047671186997901378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgzuNGv7-GI/AAAAAAAAACE/SkD6bauudME/s1600-h/phelps.water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgzuNGv7-GI/AAAAAAAAACE/SkD6bauudME/s320/phelps.water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047671191292868706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsdmv7-AI/AAAAAAAAABU/DdoNIgJGeoU/s1600-h/040703_michael_phelps_hmed_6p.hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsdmv7-AI/AAAAAAAAABU/DdoNIgJGeoU/s320/040703_michael_phelps_hmed_6p.hmedium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047669275737454594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsd2v7-DI/AAAAAAAAABs/kkE9Eo0t1L0/s1600-h/Phelps_plavani009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsd2v7-DI/AAAAAAAAABs/kkE9Eo0t1L0/s320/Phelps_plavani009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047669280032421938" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow, i think he looked better in the waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsd2v7-DI/AAAAAAAAABs/kkE9Eo0t1L0/s1600-h/Phelps_plavani009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsdmv7-BI/AAAAAAAAABc/xuvnx5shAyo/s1600-h/Michael_Phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsdmv7-BI/AAAAAAAAABc/xuvnx5shAyo/s320/Michael_Phelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047669275737454610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsd2v7-CI/AAAAAAAAABk/3E0XyogD9ig/s1600-h/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsd2v7-CI/AAAAAAAAABk/3E0XyogD9ig/s320/phelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047669280032421922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh btw, cannot tell Bertram ok ? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-3820629665584186820?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3820629665584186820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=3820629665584186820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3820629665584186820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3820629665584186820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/03/fina-world-championship-swimming.html' title='FINA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP (SWIMMING)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rgzsdmv79_I/AAAAAAAAABM/3cl4HV78sQY/s72-c/_39953142_phellps300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-3660162857281061968</id><published>2007-03-22T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:22:44.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KNUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you bear to put "knut" to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJwsr8JCmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BOgYyW_A-ic/s1600-h/image_fmbg_0_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJwsr8JCmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BOgYyW_A-ic/s320/image_fmbg_0_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044718445619907170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, i don't (:P)  but critics have been saying that it is not right for humans to take care of  baby animals that have been abandoned by their mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being: this upsets nature and the animal will become too attached to the human. So "knut" needs to be put to sleep (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it makes sense in some ways but i mean!! I am sure those people in the zoo knows how to handle right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, wonder who is that idiot who commented on this. Polar bears are endangered animals and we should preserve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many stupid girls who gave birth and abandon their child, so we should kill them too or let them die on the streets? That silly person ( just talks crap ) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm....Yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJxX78JCoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vE0RP9IzvYM/s1600-h/image_fmbg_0_9-1174296712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJxX78JCoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vE0RP9IzvYM/s320/image_fmbg_0_9-1174296712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044719188649249410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His bed is sooo sweet, look, there is fur as base, his tiny blue pillow ( that he is hugging), his bottle and his toys! FAINTS~ SO CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJxYL8JCpI/AAAAAAAAABE/8yse9AeKnNA/s1600-h/image_fmbg_0_14-1174297209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJxYL8JCpI/AAAAAAAAABE/8yse9AeKnNA/s320/image_fmbg_0_14-1174297209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044719192944216722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi ! Knut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJwsb8JCjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p2NTiR8jE_w/s1600-h/image_fmbg_0_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJwsb8JCjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p2NTiR8jE_w/s320/image_fmbg_0_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044718441324939826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah... typical male aren't he? Playing with football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJwsr8JCkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vxlwW_E7WNs/s1600-h/image_fmbg_0_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJwsr8JCkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vxlwW_E7WNs/s320/image_fmbg_0_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044718445619907138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another toy ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJwsr8JClI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uaJ-80DbcNU/s1600-h/image_fmbg_0_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJwsr8JClI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uaJ-80DbcNU/s320/image_fmbg_0_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044718445619907154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knut and his care keeper ( the human)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJws78JCnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xjdj_aKa_UY/s1600-h/image_fmbg_0_8-1173177470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJws78JCnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xjdj_aKa_UY/s320/image_fmbg_0_8-1173177470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044718449914874482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-3660162857281061968?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3660162857281061968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=3660162857281061968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3660162857281061968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/3660162857281061968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/03/knut.html' title='KNUT!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/RgJwsr8JCmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BOgYyW_A-ic/s72-c/image_fmbg_0_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-8232282878213886044</id><published>2007-03-19T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T02:16:18.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you an emotional couple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you and your partner kiss ( I mean real kisses, not peck on cheek! )&lt;br /&gt;Do you tilt left or right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this show that says, emotional couples tilt right when they kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because the right side of our brain controls the emotions and the left side of our body. Thus when you are emotional, you will tilt to your right, exposing the left side of the body to feel your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time, take note which side you tilt when you kiss :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-8232282878213886044?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8232282878213886044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=8232282878213886044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/8232282878213886044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/8232282878213886044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-emotional-couple.html' title='Are you an emotional couple?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-465558231653442858</id><published>2007-03-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:32:24.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This series, called bones, is shown every Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch this better than "desperate housewives" because sometime I think the housewives are a little dramatic. Well, it just doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rft3-A-YKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hfy1ArA0LdU/s1600-h/CastofBonesTV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rft3-A-YKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hfy1ArA0LdU/s320/CastofBonesTV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042756115068626946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cast of Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid of looking at dead people or skulls, skeletons until i watched this!&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, when you look at such thing in a scientific way, they don't look so scary anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who doesn't know what this show is about, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bones_%28TV_series%29"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find last week episode particularly sad. I have no idea why,perhaps i am emotional myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found a skeleton in a garbage dump along the streets of N.Y city. As usual, they will try to identify the person's identity, his race, his cause of death and how long he has been dead. It turned out that the victim was a 17 year old college boy who was hit with a rusty pipe at the back of his neck, however the cause of death was caused by falling from a fifth storey warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dating this girl, who is a foster child, and when he died, the girl disappear too, so that girl was one of the suspect. The girl had a younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally manage to contact the girl and she admitted to killing her boyfriend, however when they asked her how she attacked him, she said she pushed him down and did not mention anything about the rusty pipe. Obviously, she was trying to hide something or protect someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through investigations, the crew found that there was a 3rd party involved when the scenario happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was facing the victim when someone strike him from behind with the rusty pipe, he was feeling weak but was still conscious, the 3rd person then took this chance to push him out of the window, the girl tried to grab him but he was too heavy for her, so he fell to his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's see, the girl is a foster kid, which means that her family died. Her brother and her have no place to go except for foster care. So basicially, she has 2 important persons in her life. If one of them was already out of the window, who do you think she is trying to protect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, she was protecting her younger brother. He was the 3rd party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to inform him that his sister is leaving town for a while to join the bf at his new place in college, once they have settled down, they will take him away from the foster house and he shall stay with them until he becomes independent. However, without letting them finish the explanation, he ran off. (Well, you know the rest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I find it really sad because the brother misunderstood the intention of the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He thought that the boyfriend was taking his sister away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person i felt deeply for was the sister. Within months, she loses her boyfriend and now her brother. (She was also there to witness all, her bf death and the capture of her brother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, how sad is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-465558231653442858?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/465558231653442858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=465558231653442858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/465558231653442858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/465558231653442858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/03/bones.html' title='Bones'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6hfGopVbzo/Rft3-A-YKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hfy1ArA0LdU/s72-c/CastofBonesTV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-5525316888142934988</id><published>2007-03-15T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:22:27.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New body</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok i know, this is my 2nd new start ! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is just so terrible, i cannot seem to get to&lt;br /&gt;my ideal weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to eat really minimal (lots of restrictions and control) for 3-6 months and do exercise almost everyday, in order for me to achieve certain weight loss, or rather, until my desired weight loss, would i be slimmer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know about this yoyo stuff, like you cannot be eating like this your whole life as it is a torture. You can't eat all the nice stuff and it is tiring to watch what u eat and once u start to eat normal again, u will get your weights back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if i were to do what i said earlier, controlling just for 3-6 months and after 6 months go back to normal eating habits, and occassionally some treats (with longer gym hours of course), i will still be able to maintain my thin desired body right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in the fitness studio once told me, it is always hard to climb up a hill, ( the slimming process) but once u reach flat grounds (desired), maintain from there. Just for that uphill moment, you need to make lots of sacrifice. I think it makes sense, think i shall try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell about progress (haha) or see for yourself when i go back to Singapore? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck mates !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-5525316888142934988?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5525316888142934988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=5525316888142934988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5525316888142934988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5525316888142934988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-body.html' title='New body'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-5057406766657201749</id><published>2007-03-06T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:15:20.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation for the music video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="80" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/43bkoVF5pX4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/43bkoVF5pX4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found a treasure and he has a name&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and valuable, he is priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you sleep beside me, i could stare at you with complacent the whole night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See the way you sleep, hear how you breathe until we wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many times you took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you lay beside me, i can hardly believe that someone like me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;am able to find someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the best thing that has happened to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It feels so good when i am in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I forget the world when you are with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hardly tell you this but it is wonderful to have someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your laugh is addictive, it is like nothing in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The area around you could be poisonous, i would stay beside you even  if it means death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Destruction of my world would happen if you leave me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i don't wish to think about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It feels so good when we love each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Refill me with strength, taking the doubts away from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Telling me 1000 lies, i would still believe everything you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However i still have 1 doubt, i wonder how did i manage to find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When my world is upside down, you are my peace and retreat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because everything you gave me, feels so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When i am restless, you are the endless journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's why i am putting my small big world in your protective hands&lt;/span&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/17951543-5057406766657201749?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5057406766657201749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=5057406766657201749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5057406766657201749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/5057406766657201749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/03/translation-for-music-video.html' title='Translation for the music video'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-1475156366012769417</id><published>2007-03-06T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:04:41.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am  back !</title><content type='html'>haha, er....  Ok ... I am back. I shall update my blog from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, life is pretty much still the same for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still like a bird, flying around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am in Australia studying. I just got back from Germany and Singapore. I miss home and Germany. Don't really have the mood to come here actually, I rather spend time with my  family and friends or Bertram. *PLEASE let me graduate as fast as possible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, feeling home AND lovesick, I came across this German song, it is really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall translate it in the next post. For the meantime, enjoy the music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-1475156366012769417?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1475156366012769417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=1475156366012769417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/1475156366012769417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/1475156366012769417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-back.html' title='I am  back !'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-116630593080107264</id><published>2006-12-16T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:52:10.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Ok. i haven't been blogging lately, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't really have the mood anymore........ sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shutting this down soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE EVERYONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-116630593080107264?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/116630593080107264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=116630593080107264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/116630593080107264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/116630593080107264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/12/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-116176748721224860</id><published>2006-10-25T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T02:11:27.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Bloody! Time goes by so fast, next month i will be having exams ! My diet is becoming bad as well, *think maybe i am having emotional eating* - cause it seems i am pigging out lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went to my aunt's office and saw this really interesting message about the value of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of 1 year, ask a student who has failed a final exam&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of 1 month, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of 1 week, ask an editor of a weekly magazine&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of 1 hour, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of 1 min, ask the person who has missed the train,bus,plane&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of 1 second, ask the person who survived the accident &lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of 1 millisecond, ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-116176748721224860?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/116176748721224860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=116176748721224860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/116176748721224860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/116176748721224860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-116122360298657154</id><published>2006-10-18T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:11:19.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny and interesting commericals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwmLam1gJ6k"&gt;Volkswagen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNWBIyDq-wU"&gt;Berlitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWkZ_StRjU0"&gt;Crazy child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-ByLMIM1CQ"&gt;Milk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiOgye2PH9c"&gt;Tidy Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-116122360298657154?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/116122360298657154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=116122360298657154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/116122360298657154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/116122360298657154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/10/funny-and-interesting-commericals.html' title='Funny and interesting commericals'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115896738979930146</id><published>2006-09-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:17:01.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest</title><content type='html'>The famous german beer festival. Let me give you the origin of this festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first "Oktoberfest" took place on October 12; 1810 For the commemoration of their marriage, Crown Prince Ludwig (later King Lugwig I) and Princess Therese of Saxa-Hildburghausen (hence: "Thereseinweisen") organized a great horse race (the marriage took place on October 12th, the horse race on October 17th, therefore there are different dates named as being the first Oktoberfest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 1880, the city government approved the sale of beer. The electric light illuminated over 400 booths and tents. In 1881, booths selling bratwurst opened. In 1892, beer was first served in glass mugs. At the end of the 1900's, a re-organization took place. Until then, There were large dance floors, and trees for climbing in the beer booths. They wanted more room for guests and musicians. The booths became beer halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Oktoberfest is held during September till October, we just know the famous 1 in munich, it is because it is the biggest. But in actual fact, there are carnivals held all across Germany. So those who patron the carnival in Munich are more tourist and less locals. (Unless those staying at munich).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are relatively the same, a hall or booth for beer halls where you can purchase beer and food. Outside, there are tents that sells more food, items, rides ( Little like our pasa malam) There is even 1 held at Bertram's countryside ^^ ( Just not so big la).&lt;br /&gt;Thus there is no need for locals to travel all the way to Munich since there is 1 at their backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just celebrate, sing, dance, well ......... party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a bird eye view of Munich Oktoberfest (Now u know why it is called the biggest folk fest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/oktoberfest_2003_941x1254.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/oktoberfest_2003_941x1254.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outdoor view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/oktoberfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/oktoberfest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/schottenhammel_innen_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/schottenhammel_innen_600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is  the fest held in Bertram's hometown ^^, it is called the  "Koenigshofer messe" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/kgh_messe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/kgh_messe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/webcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/webcam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/koenigshofen_15-09-06_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/koenigshofen_15-09-06_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC01615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC01615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bratwurst stand, this is their "fast food". It taste really good, you should try when you are there &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/46911686_bcbbdd5811_m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/46911686_bcbbdd5811_m.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/Bratwurst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/Bratwurst.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beer!!! Yes they do come in these sizes, i tried to carry, there are heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/oktoberfest_bild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/oktoberfest_bild.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6FzsqSWWbY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6FzsqSWWbY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&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/17951543-115896738979930146?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115896738979930146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115896738979930146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115896738979930146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115896738979930146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/09/oktoberfest.html' title='Oktoberfest'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115865851271467681</id><published>2006-09-19T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:39:30.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pope and islam</title><content type='html'>Opps, don't know if i will get any trouble posting this, anyway, it is pretty interesting to see how this will evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ppl know ... if the price ticket to germany will fall ? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there has been this issue going on, going out of hand again. Like the comic and now this.&lt;br /&gt;I have been chatting with my darling about this lately, i find it so amusing discussing about this, and make lots of joke out of it. However, my usually mild tempered darling  is becoming quite frustrated with my teasing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not discussing about what happened..... go read the news. I am going to post 1 comment though, written by a muslim in Australia. I think he is cool, he understood Islam and wrote a strong and sensible text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link to read his opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,20432973-5001031,00.html"&gt;Restrain Yourself or change faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115865851271467681?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115865851271467681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115865851271467681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115865851271467681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115865851271467681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/09/pope-and-islam.html' title='The Pope and islam'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115769561793834721</id><published>2006-09-07T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:06:57.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOA</title><content type='html'>A game made into a film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, their body is to die for. Pff........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i heard, they train 6 hours per day, everyday for at least 4 months (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5yW9r8AcT6Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5yW9r8AcT6Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4xne6tmjBE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4xne6tmjBE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115769561793834721?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115769561793834721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115769561793834721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115769561793834721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115769561793834721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/09/doa.html' title='DOA'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115762040110917112</id><published>2006-09-07T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:13:21.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga</title><content type='html'>Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to yoga class today, this is my first time attending yoga, it went really well. The teacher is great, she looks pretty too ^^. However, this is her last session with us. It is weird, or bad luck for me because i was thinking of attending her class every thursday :P Oh well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she is really sweet, she gave us a small booklet with quotes in it. The gals have a red booklet, while the guys an orange. I think the words are quite meaningful. It goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... if only i have some camera or something. Then u can look at the pictures rather than always reading the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front cover " A strong women, a woman of strength"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;works out everyday to keep her body in shape,  builds relationships to keep her soul in shape&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;isn't afraid of anything, shows courage in the midst of her fears (i like this)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;makes mistakes and avoid them in the future, realises life mistake can also be unexpected blessings and captialises on them&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wears a confident look on her face, wears grace&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;won't let anyone get the best of her, gives the best of herself to everyone&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;have faith that she is strong eonough for the journey, has faint that it is in the journey that she will become strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh ;)&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/17951543-115762040110917112?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115762040110917112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115762040110917112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115762040110917112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115762040110917112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/09/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115737243824414703</id><published>2006-09-04T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T05:41:37.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bertram</title><content type='html'>hey baby, i am feeling really emotional right now. I don't know how long can i last until we can finally be together. i had enough of this long distance. I don't know how much longer i can control my feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think back of the times i had in germany, only fond memories fill my head. Your family is great! i can get along with them really well and i am very sure my family likes u too. i really feel at home with your family, it almost feels like my 2nd home *ich bin wirklich sehr sehr gluecklich wenn ich mit dir bin. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters, as long as you hold me tight. Even if u ignore me by playing games on the computer, i still feel blessed because you are there. &lt;br /&gt;Your mere exsistence is all i need to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been surpressing my feelings in order to be strong. i am afraid if i keep on missing you, i might lose control of myself and just end up weeping. sometime i surpress it so much, it seems that i do not have any boyfriend anymore. &lt;br /&gt;But you are still very strong in my mind, our memories are so wonderful, whenever i feel sad, all i need is to think about you and alles geht wieder gut. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i am feeling so emotional, maybe it is due to mid-sem test next week? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me it is perfectly normal for us to check out the oppsite sex. Isit?:P How come i feel "bad" or as if i have " betrayed" you if i check out other boys? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do :(. i wish i could fly over to germany and be with you but i need to complete my studies as well. i want to finish my degree and it is really hard for me to do it in germany. in australia, i only need to study for 2 more years and i can cope with the education system over here. however in germany, i cannot study what i want, ( in english), i want to study finance and it is only available in german. my german is not strong enough :( &lt;br /&gt;i don't know if my parents will be upset if i tell them i want to continue studying in germany. well, this leads to the last paragraph again. i am actually really reluctant to study in germany because of the langauge :( i just want to be with u. &lt;br /&gt;But, i cannot depend on you, i need to secure my own future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should we do? should we just go our seperate ways in order for us to feel better? but life without you is something i can never imagined. will it be worst after u left me? i don't want to let you go, you are 1 of the best things that has happened to me, i really need you in my life. But this distance between us is unbearable. will i be better off without you? or should i just hold on ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115737243824414703?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115737243824414703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115737243824414703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115737243824414703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115737243824414703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/09/bertram.html' title='Bertram'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115711528854269930</id><published>2006-09-01T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T05:57:41.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has arrived</title><content type='html'>1 September - First day of Spring for Australia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, wonderful feeling. Life is becoming better and better each day :P Now i know the reason why i chose to study here. &lt;br /&gt;I remember when i was younger , my family used to bring me down to Australia almost every 2 years. We would visit my relatives (In sydney) or go to other parts of Australia. It was really nice and i grew to love Australia more and more. That's why i said to myself, if i have a chance to study here, i will do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eariler i said, i wasn't too pleased with life here? Oh well, i am still adjusting to the people around here. I guess i need to learn human relations, the torelance of globalisation and public relations. Mama once said, one of the most difficult things in life is to learn how to get along with all kinds of people, effective communication and the abilty to torelate diversification among cultures. Mel still needs to learn how to improve on that ! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Australia changed, yeah the people. They were much friendly before. (ok, i guess i need to learn A LOT about diversification and tolerance between cultures) Perhaps after learning and accepting, Australia will be great. Anyway this is a percious skill, if i am able to learn that skill, everywhere is home to me :D *i hope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... ok back to Australia, well ... it is becoming really nice, the sun is out, clear blue waters, oh beautiful flowers and succulent fruits. The Australian nature, which i fell in love with ( in the first place) didn't change at all! I came during winter where everything is dark and gloomy, no wonder i didn't like it. I didn't see this part of Australia. My younger trips are either made in Spring or Summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is all coming back to me. Oh !!! The reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah getting along with people is important but for now, i am going to put those people- relations 1 side and enjoy what i came for. Besides, as long as i don't touch you, you don't come and touch me :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend time on the beauitful Australian beach, the flora and fauna, delicious eats and so much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder that most of life pleasures are free ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115711528854269930?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115711528854269930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115711528854269930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115711528854269930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115711528854269930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/09/spring-has-arrived.html' title='Spring has arrived'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115665056355125286</id><published>2006-08-26T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:00:10.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Gay WOO~ (Say, Say, Say)</title><content type='html'>haha, haven't been watching HG since i came to Australia. Watched him yesterday and today. He never fails to make people laugh. A powerful Destress method !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSINDMAF-NY"&gt;HG- Treasure hunt 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqw81QP_w98&amp;search=Hard%20Gay%20Bakafish"&gt;HG- Treasure hunt 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kv8wYBUCZz4"&gt;HG- Hiromi 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jd1pxA_-n9g"&gt;HG- Hiromi 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYeQaqaqLHA"&gt;HG- Hiromi 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEd57ud4k4k"&gt;HG- Hiromi 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MatgvAfVkWQ"&gt;HG- Cooking 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?search=&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;v=42Vs2_sC3pE"&gt;HG- Cooking 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcqXiRj-gss"&gt;HG- Cooking 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115665056355125286?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115665056355125286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115665056355125286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115665056355125286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115665056355125286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/08/hard-gay-woo-say-say-say.html' title='Hard Gay WOO~ (Say, Say, Say)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115655263405368521</id><published>2006-08-25T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T17:57:45.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ein gefuehl</title><content type='html'>ich schreibe mal auf deutsch weil diese theme bisschen "empfindlich" ist.&lt;br /&gt;Buah, entschuldigung ! weil es schwer ist fuer mich "perfekte deutsch" zu schrieben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, jetzt bin ich in Australien, und ich wohne mit meiner verwandten. Zuerst dachte ich dass nur sie dick-kopf sind, aber es ist nicht so.  Ich muss ein gruppen-projekt machen und es eine frau gibt, die genauso dick-kopf ist. Ich habe keine ahung ob dickkopf das richtiges wort ist.&lt;br /&gt;Sie (beide, die frau und meine vewandte) woellten sachen/aufgaben in ihrem weg machen. Wenn jemand etwas anderes sagt, sie werden defensiv und noch mehr meinung gegen dir sagen.&lt;br /&gt;Es ist sicher dass "ich recht habe" und was "du sonst sagst sind alle falsch".&lt;br /&gt;Zum beispiel, die frau, ich sage nix ueber meiner verwante weil sie sowieso alt sind, weiss........ alter leute sind manchmal, naja. OK zurueck zur frau.&lt;br /&gt;Wir machen das projekt und sie will einfach die aufgabe wie sie will machen. Ein junge sagt, vielleicht sollen wir am montag treffen und etwas diskutieren, aber sie sagt, es ist net so gut dass wir immer uns treffen. Wir sollen die aufgabe teilen und daheim machen. Ok, dass ist net so schlimm, ich finde es ok.&lt;br /&gt;Dann ein paar tagen spaeter, sie sagt, oh ich habe schon ein teil gemacht, ich denke das aufgabe stimmt, ich glaube es keine fehle gibt. So ich schaue nach, und sie hat eine fehle gemacht! :P oh man, ich weiss net wie ich schriebe soll. was wichtig ist, dass ich etwas gelernt habe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letzte mal, ich habe oft missverstaendnis und mama, bertram haben auch paar mal gesagt dass ich zu dick-kopf, spoilt and defensiv bin. Jetzt verstehe ich was sie meinen.&lt;br /&gt;Man sollte net so arroganz and dick-kopf sein, es ist net moeglich immer meinen weg zu haben und ich habe bestimmt net immer recht!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andere leute haben auch ihre meinung, es ist net gut wenn ich sage "du musst meine meinung haben" oder wenn andere sagen dass ich ihre meinung haben soll. Das gefuehl ist net so gut . Magst du net wenn andere so machen, stimmt? DANN SOLLTEST DU AUCH NET SO MACHEN. Ok was soll ich dann machen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich muss noch viel lernen, ich soll net so dick-kopf, spoilt und denke dass ich schlau bin. ich bin net, naund wenn du schlau bist, es gibt immer jemanden, die noch schlauer bin. Ich muss immer zuhoeren, wenn es jemand wie die frau oder so gibt, dann lasse ich sie einfach. es ist immer besser zu demuetigen sein, je mehr ich zuhoere und mund halte desto mehr lerne ich!&lt;br /&gt;Sagt deine meinung gar net, ok kannst du aber nur wenn es richtige zeit ist, sonst mund halten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immer zuhoeren, einfach zuhoeren, du bist auch net sicher ob sie recht haben, deswegen solltest du einfach zuhoeren und net commentieren. Wenn sie recht or falsch sind, werden wir mit zeit wissen. Aber wenn man commentiert, dann ist eigentlich dumm, weil - you are just giving yourself extra trouble by involving. Egal ob man recht hat oder net. Sie sind sooo sicher, so sie "Responsibility" haben. Wenn man auch kommertiert, dann hat man auch responsbility. What more,  man fuehlt das sauer gefuehlt und lalal. FUER WAS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115655263405368521?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115655263405368521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115655263405368521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115655263405368521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115655263405368521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/08/ein-gefuehl.html' title='Ein gefuehl'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115607186955313568</id><published>2006-08-20T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T04:34:53.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Not responsible if you have sudden food cravings*</title><content type='html'>Actually i am suppose to be studying accounting :P but i am " hungry" so i went to get some "healthy snacks". I got an orange and 3 strawberries. Then i realise ... omg, the fruits look so beautiful. It is the first time i got such a nice orange. (it is really like those on the advertisement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... my mind started to wander... and i thought to myself. It has been a long time since my blog has pictures. I think it is really boring with just words. So i am going to put some beautiful pictures (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching through "cakes" and they gave me lots of wedding cakes photo. Some looks really nice. My future wedding cake? (NO! i did not surf " wedding cakes" and NO i don't wanna marry now :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/wedding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/cake2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/1430286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/1430286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh u know, Australia has a lot of desserts ? :P. Almost everyone you go, you will see cafes selling those " oh so nice" stuff! This is what i have to face everyday when i walk pass malls or streets! Tell me how to resist?  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/gallery-msg-1132820220-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/gallery-msg-1132820220-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/SCONES.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/SCONES.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There  is this really nice  donut franchise from USA. It is called "Krispy Kreme" It is really very very nice.  Back in Singapore, our donut is hard but here ........  OMG. It is "warm " , the donuts looks normal but when you eat it. (Buah) the texture is so soft, it melts in your mouth. Heavenly!  Next time, look at my expression when i describe it. Trust me, you will want to eat 1 right away.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/donuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/donuts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a pic of a nice chocolate mousse cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/desserts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/desserts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this  "small cupcake shop " located in the city corner.  The shop isn't fancy, it is  dark, just a simple shop BUT...  their cupcakes inside looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really (-.-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/pict2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/pict2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/cupcakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/cupcakes2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muffins, scones are everywhere in Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/muffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/muffins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, who could forget the "King of Desserts" (i presume)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/lg_dipped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/lg_dipped.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/5425a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/5425a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/closeup%20truffles%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/closeup%20truffles%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/chocolate_truffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/chocolate_truffles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoyed yourself?&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/17951543-115607186955313568?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115607186955313568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115607186955313568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115607186955313568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115607186955313568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-responsible-if-you-have-sudden.html' title='*Not responsible if you have sudden food cravings*'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115590370242692127</id><published>2006-08-18T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:32:29.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DETOX GIRL !</title><content type='html'>Man! I have been eating a lot since i arrived in Australia. How to get PCD BODY like that ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i have been running 5-6 times   week for 2 weeks now (trying hard to balance... since they say it is possible to eat anything as long as you burn it off.) But sometime, i think, from the way i am eating, even running everyday doesn't help! Trust me, you won't want to know what i have been eating for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is becoming warmer in Australia and soon it will be summer. Since it will be hot, it means that more skin will be exposed, therefore it is even easier for people to see my FATS! What will happen if cute guys walk pass or sit beside/near me in lecture? I cannot show them my fats ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i know it, i will be flying off to meet Bertram. (-.-").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam! But it is so hard to resist the temptations :(((( ... oh well, i shall try to be more harsh on myself. (Pff....) I NEED MORE STRENGTH ! Can someone give me ? God ?Please? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will detox body for 1 week starting tomorrow. I shall eat like a rabbit. With only fruits+veg+teas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115590370242692127?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115590370242692127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115590370242692127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115590370242692127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115590370242692127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/08/detox-girl.html' title='DETOX GIRL !'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115483522579045407</id><published>2006-08-05T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:40:18.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>It is kinda strange,I am able to achieve most of the things i want. (Ok except the slimming part, still trying) ... i said "MOST" , not all :P . I wanted to go Germany for 1 yr to be with bertram and learn the language. I did it. I wanted to get into the polytechnic to study. I did it. I wanted to study in Sydney and i manage to get a place in the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now that i am in Sydney, i don't enjoy being here. I was here a decade ago and australia was beautiful. Now... it is a disappointment. My relatives here treat me well however the environment or rather, "Sydney" changed. It is because they treat me so well, i feel guilty if i tell them i would/might change a different location and not study in Sydney anymore. They paid the internet broadband, and they did it especially because i needed that for my studies. They paid extra for the wireless router and even hire someone to come fix it up. They also made many house arrangements just to accomodate me. Like, new beds, new wardrobe. :(&lt;br /&gt;Well i am not too sure if i am feeling this way because i am still relatively new to this place and adjustments /changes are always hard. I shall finish at least 2 semesters here in Sydney first, will question my feelings again after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that i want to study in Germany but actually i was thinking of studying in Singapore. Germany's language barrier is too hard and lots of time are wasted as well. Since i will be pushing myself to study at least 2 semesters here, it will be so dumb of me to restart again in Germany when actually i "will be" graduating soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family, especially my grandma and parents. I don't know if i should transfer credits to UNSW(Asia) and study in Singapore until my graduation. Because, although there is the UNSW name, it is a private institute in Singapore. it is like SIM, the reputation is not good and my degree will not be so valuable anymore. (Sorry friends, cause i known a few who studies there. I mean no harm, it is just ... that's what i personally think, perhaps it is not so bad after all ;)   The original university is a government uni in Australia, which is like NUS. Having a degree is no longer a big deal, now almost everyone has a degree. The university you studied in is more important. For example, if your grades are all distinction but you come from a university unheard of, people will be skeptic about it. However, if you graduate from Harvard with merit, people are more willing to hire you. Let's not talk about graduating from Harvard with distinction shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure if my thinking is right, well.... you could post ur thoughts about these. I would like to hear your views on this topic. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115483522579045407?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115483522579045407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115483522579045407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115483522579045407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115483522579045407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/08/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115425907479649490</id><published>2006-07-30T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T04:31:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gd'day from down under</title><content type='html'>Good day mate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from Australia. I know, i haven't been updating because i have been busying preparing for my uni life in Sydney. I just received my internet .... so it means now i can update more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... i am still adjusting to life in Sydney. It is winter here but it wasn't go bad like Germany. I still see people walking around in t-shirts and heels! Uni started last week and oh boy! i can feel the pressure already. I mean.... i will be having a test in 1 month's time? How fast can that be?&lt;br /&gt;Like a normal university, the lectures doesn't bring much because the lecturer is merely just rushing through it. Tutorial qns have no relations to the notes :P and yes, u can forget about finding info from the notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115425907479649490?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115425907479649490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115425907479649490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115425907479649490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115425907479649490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/07/gdday-from-down-under.html' title='Gd&apos;day from down under'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115087887992313275</id><published>2006-06-21T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T09:14:08.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slimming pills</title><content type='html'>haha! still struggling with the PCD wanna get body here. I forget to address 1 so important issue, that is SLIMMING PILLS and SLIMMING CENTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i am not that kind of girl who has a waist of 24 and a weight with the digit 4 in front. I am really trying to slim down my whole life and i am glad, after so many times i am using the best method now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young, i was really naive and all, i tried both kind of slimming pill.&lt;br /&gt;1 = over the counter pills&lt;br /&gt;2= doctor's prescription&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the counter pill are very expensive and requires us to eat 3 times per day before each meal. I did it once and it really worked (it was fast too), i lost a lot of kg and was in the 40+ range. All i needed was 1 bottle.&lt;br /&gt;However, the moment i stop eating. i gain fast really fast and was even heavier than before (fuk! those products man! ) So please people ! never never start and stop thinking u will maintain, unless you want to be on the pill your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's prescription drug are more "strong", so i am only required to eat it once every morning for a period of 1 month. Well that curb my appetite, and i lost 5 kg. However i gave my body a hazard, i am not too sure if this was cause by the rapid weight loss but i grew gall bladder stones. It is not as serious as kidney stones but if the stones were to come out of my gall bladder, i will turn yellow and i need an operation to get that organ out of my body. If that organ is out of my body, my body will find it even harder to digest fat, so whenever i eat oilystuff, my whole tummy will get really uncomfortable. Even now, when i eat oily stuff, my tummy aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to check how gall bladder stones come about ... it is caused when too much fat was loss in a rapid amount of time, that the gall bladder get out of control trying to digest it. Thus stones are being formed. Man! Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER GO INTO A SLIMMING CENTER. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all crap, those stars u see who slim down takes either slimming pill (stupid ones) or engage a personal trainer and work out in gym (smart ones). I went to a slimming centre once and i paid over 1000, they applied a kind of "burning" slimming cream and ask me to sleep inside this "wrap" which helps me burn fat. HOW STUPID WAS I. Believing that just by lying down there and applying this so call "fat burning" cream i will lose weight. Sometime they say i shouldn't eat any meals and just drink their " special formula drinks" as substitue. Guess what? of course i had to pay extra for those packet drinks. So in the end i didnt lose any weight at all and spend so much money. I was really dumb, i was really angry with myself for wasting money. It was quite a lot too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still regret my actions till now. It was really dumb of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-115087887992313275?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115087887992313275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115087887992313275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115087887992313275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115087887992313275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/06/slimming-pills.html' title='slimming pills'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-115055144679646523</id><published>2006-06-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T08:23:07.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An educational trip down diet lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning! this post quite long, erm... read when interested and of course when you have nothing to do la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh man! Trying to slim down and get a PCD body is so hard man! (WT$#$%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading up a lot of stuff about diet, food,metabolism and all kind of stuff. Haha, i will put it up here so that i can refer to it anytime i want, instead of searching through those books and website again (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To slim down = calories &lt; fats burn. It doesn't matter what you eat as long you keep within your calories intake limit. So it means i can live on a cheesecake and Cadbury diet and still lose weight as long as i dont exceed my required calories ...........BUT ................&lt;br /&gt;An average girl with a height of 158-160 cm (i am 158, so i just research about myself, taller girls too bad :P) who does regular exercise 3 times a day (NO! shopping is not an exercise) needs only about 1700-2100 calories per day. A bar of snickers already has a calories amount of 2100 (-.-"). So it means i eat that bar of chocolate = don't need to eat anymore for the rest of the day. If i continue to eat more than a bar of snicker for that day. Calories &gt; Fats burn = PCD body GONE! That 1 bar of chocolate will not keep me full too (Whole day le!). So ... eat healthy food which has less calories, it will also make u full.&lt;fats burn="" doesn="" t="" matter="" what="" you="" keep="" within="" your="" intake="" limit="" can="" live="" on="" cheesecake="" cadbury="" diet="" and="" still="" lose="" weight="" long="" as="" dont="" exceed="" my="" required="" but="" average="" girl="" ok="" la="" am="" 158="" use="" this="" lor="" tall="" girls="" too="" bad="" lol="" with="" height="" 160="" cm="" who="" does="" regular="" 3="" times="" no="" shopping="" is="" not="" an="" exercise="" needs="" only="" about="" per="" snickers="" already="" has="" amount="" 2100="" so="" it="" means="" chocolate="don't" need="" anymore="" rest="" the="" if="" i="" continue="" to="" eat="" more="" than="" a="" bar="" of="" snicker="" for="" that="" day="" calories=""&gt;&lt;/fats&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The worst thing to diet is to skip meals. (even though u exercise and do weights)&lt;br /&gt;Because ... our body need that food to build muscle and in return burn fat for us. We should do weights because muscle are needed to burn fats, the more muscle u have ... the more fats u will burn.&lt;br /&gt;That's why when we ask those people who are in great shape what they eat ... they say they eat anything and everything but still so slim (-.-") whereas we girls are struggling to lose those fats.&lt;br /&gt;If you crash your diet, your body will go into "auto saving" mood, it will slow down your metabolism so no matter how much exercise u do, u will realise u are not burning that much fat, because the body cannot build muscles. Next time when u overeat and next meal don't eat, your body will store those food. This is unhealthy for your body. That explains the Yo-yo effect and why Yo-yo? because actually what u lost are water. you "start to eat" = gain back.&lt;br /&gt;Of course i am not asking u to overeat man! Just keep within the limited calories. Oh btw, to lose weight you need to reduce your normal calories intake by 500.&lt;br /&gt;so .... those people like PCD, are eating their meals regularly + weights + cardio = maintaining their nice body and muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)When doing cardio, do at least 30 mins because our body will only start to react and burn those calories after 15 mins. Do at least 3 times per week for maximum result. I tried!! so tired man (wah lua) but PCD = Persevere Can do (lol). OK, going with friends helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)How come we are always talking about Low-fat, Low carbo, Low sugar?&lt;br /&gt;1 gram of protein and (horrible tasting) carbo has 4 calories. 1 gram of fat,sugar = 9 calories. Remember if calories &gt; Fat burn = PCD body gone? So ... eating more fats and sugar mean having more calories faster. What i mean by (horrible) carbo? I don't mean white rice, potatoes, pasta ... worst... chicken rice or nasi lemak or bread from bread talk. Those are highly refined carbo or with added fats.... those have nothing but convertable starch. Starch= a kind of sugar. Noodles are little better than rice and potatoes ( I don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;Horrible carbo are stuffs like brown rice, real pure whole grains, black and brown bread made from only brown flour and water. (w/o added honey or sugar or refined for taste). Gardenia toast? when u read the ingredients, actually most are refined le and add this and that !! so theirs are not so good. But little better than bread talk la (:P). If you are not sure what are horrible carbo, can ask me to show u (:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm .... will i be in shit for talking about brands like "Gardenia" and "Bread talk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STAY WITH ME readers&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)The total percentage of fat from our daily calories intake should not exceed 30%. So let's take for example i need a calorie intake of 1400 (because i need to reduce it by 500) so my fat intake (in calories) can only be 420. FORGET ABOUT -  Trans and Saturated fat. That is bad fat! It causes the cholestrol, all the dieases and stuff. I am not asking u to avoid fats, just choose the right 1. Fats are part of our diet and it is not possible to eliminate them. Fats are needed for development and absorption of vitamins and protecting the nerve cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)We really need to do weights and exercise reguarly. Because once we manage to build our metabolism up,muscle (giving our body stress) The body will keep burning fats 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i read! a author say we are not suppose to say "we want to lose weight" because weight is your body mass, we should say we want to lose body fat. If we say we want to lose weight ... it means reducing body mass ...which means chopping off ur limbs or whatever body parts to "lose weight" OPPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still with me? haha, sorry man if this is making you bored, it is quite a surprise you are still with me. Hey thanks, beside it is gd for your knowledge. (:P)&lt;br /&gt;Okok la, going to finish liao (i promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Just be more careful about the calories intake and ingredient. You can do so by reading the labels. If you are free or still alive after reading. You can check your own calories requirements  - advanced &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://www.stevenscreek.com/goodies/calories.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; or - simple  &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://www.hpb.gov.sg/hpb/default.asp?pg_id=1652"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://www.hpb.gov.sg/hpb/default.asp?pg_id=1652"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8) Drinking sweetened drinks even juices from concentrate adds extra calories. So best= drink plain water. Or if u crave for something sweet, get those fresh fruit juices. They say diet coke don't have calories. True or not ? I don't believe le, i think it is just not possible because even plain water have some calories. (maybe 0.1 la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are calories anyway ? how come water also have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9)A &lt;b&gt;calorie&lt;/b&gt; is a unit of measurement for energy. The unit's name is French and derives from the Latin &lt;i&gt;calor&lt;/i&gt; (heat). In most fields, it has been replaced by the joule the SI unit of energy.Many governments require food manufacturers to label the energy content of their products, to help consumers control their energy intake. The energy content of food is usually given on labels for 100 g and for a typical serving size. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The "calorie" has become a common household term as  to reduce body weight by increasing exercise (energy expenditure) and reducing energy intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK LA, LAST ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Activity level. All exercises burn fat, just more or less. Cardio activities such as swimming (fast), running, cycling (not free gear going down slope), brisk walking, dance burns the most fat. Slow activites like Yoga, walking also burn la, just not so much. I think yoga and pilates are more for flexiblity and mind. I have been going to the gym lately. All my friends are crazy over body combat, this is mix of cardio and little toning. I like the Ab, Butt,thighs. Wah...this is super man!! lift up your legs and do repeat of toning. Can really feel squeeze in thigh and stomach, my butt like not much le. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok ... Finally i know !! End liao la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/17951543-115055144679646523?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/115055144679646523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=115055144679646523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115055144679646523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/115055144679646523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/06/educational-trip-down-diet-lane.html' title='An educational trip down diet lane'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114949105053814307</id><published>2006-06-04T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T03:03:09.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commenting directly to the post</title><content type='html'>hey everyone! just in case you didn't know. Now you can comment directly to my post ok.&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to type into the "shout box". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every post... click the "post a comment", a box will open up and there, you can write how you feel about my post. I will not delete any comments because this is a freedom of speech (haha). I created this comment area so i know i am subjecting myself to different views. It may be good or bad .... whatever it is , i will respect it and not delete.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, although i will not delete any comments, i will ask myself what is the person trying to do when he/she adds something stupid or irrevalent to the post. It says "comment to this post". If it is irrevalent .... either you don't understand english or you are bored trying to fool around or whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114949105053814307?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114949105053814307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114949105053814307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114949105053814307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114949105053814307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/06/commenting-directly-to-post.html' title='Commenting directly to the post'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114949032061421413</id><published>2006-06-04T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:52:00.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>band concert</title><content type='html'>Last saturday, i went to TJC to attend the BTSS band concert. The main, junior and alumni band performed whole night. It was cool,  this is my first time as an audience.  I spend all 4 yrs during sec school playing the flute in the band .....  being the audience is so easy man! (:P)&lt;br /&gt;I saw old band mates, it was kinda strange, they seemed so foreign now.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at some of them brings back those " uncomfortable" times, while some of us have moved on being ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I think those who are able to put those childish behaviour behind us and moved on are wonderful. They are being themselves and enjoying life :D (right?). I mean isn't it better to have someone on talking terms instead of those awkward moments when you meet him/her?&lt;br /&gt;I also met Susan, Danny, Farhana and went for supper with serene, her bf and alicia. It was great, catching up with old friends. Hope i can meet them more often b4 i fly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been flying a lot (sorry gals, that i cannot be with u when u have problems, but HEY! REMEMBER I AM ALWAYS ONLINE OK ;) ). Can mail or msn me. 100% reply!! But please state the subject and stuff (Or else it will be registered as spam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw my msn is mel_missa@hotmail.com .... feel free to add and chat with me ok ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114949032061421413?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114949032061421413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114949032061421413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114949032061421413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114949032061421413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/06/band-concert.html' title='band concert'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114932650681681744</id><published>2006-06-03T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:30:01.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>june sports</title><content type='html'>This time i am going all out to slim down man!!!!! I must lose 5 kg in 6 months&lt;br /&gt;I have been exercising hard this whole week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Swim&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Gym&lt;br /&gt;Wed -  Swim&lt;br /&gt;Thu - Gym&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Shopping (? :P)&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Blading&lt;br /&gt;Sun- Gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has been 1 month, i can feel my stamina getting better, i do not feel breathless or dizzy or whatever much anymore. I still have the energy to do more.&lt;br /&gt;But there is still a problem ..... I don't know why but i am feeling more hungry!! How to cut down?&lt;br /&gt;i will feel hungry a few hours later if i just eat so little. They say "eat small but frequent meal" .... how isit possible? how do u know it is small enough and ... 5 times a day... what if i overeat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz ..... I must continue *Please let me have the strength to  continue this  exercise routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw... thanks to 3 of my friends who have been exercising with me. You know who u are ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For privacy sake, i will just call them "Body Combat Gal" , "Tamps Gym Gal" and "Blade Gal"&lt;br /&gt;It was really great to have a friend doing sport together( they make u wake up and it is not so boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work together for  our PCD bodies ok ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114932650681681744?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114932650681681744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114932650681681744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114932650681681744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114932650681681744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-sports.html' title='june sports'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114879038283272102</id><published>2006-05-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:26:22.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apples on a tree</title><content type='html'>I got this interesting message from Friendster , it says ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------Girls--------------------&lt;br /&gt;------- -----are like apples-------------------&lt;br /&gt;--------on trees. The best ones-----------&lt;br /&gt;------are at the top of the tree.--------&lt;br /&gt;----The boys dont want to reach------&lt;br /&gt;---for the good ones because they ------&lt;br /&gt;-are afraid of falling and getting hurt.----&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they just get the rotten apples-&lt;br /&gt;---from the ground that aren't as good,&lt;br /&gt;but easy. So the apples at the top think&lt;br /&gt;-something is wrong with them, when in&lt;br /&gt;--reality, they're amazing. They just&lt;br /&gt;---have to wait for the right boy to-------&lt;br /&gt;----- come along, the one who's-----------&lt;br /&gt;----------- brave enough to-----------------&lt;br /&gt;---------------climb all----------------------&lt;br /&gt;---------------the way---------------------&lt;br /&gt;---------------to the top--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i read it and find it pretty comforting, you will feel flattered when someone sent this to you, especially when you are someone who doesn't find a "guy" easily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114879038283272102?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114879038283272102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114879038283272102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114879038283272102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114879038283272102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/05/apples-on-tree.html' title='apples on a tree'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114856956496286654</id><published>2006-05-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:06:11.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a update</title><content type='html'>Nothing much is going on... i got accepted into UNSW and now i am still waiting for my visa to be approved. Haven't buy the air ticket yet, i think i should start looking for 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been quite a exercise freak lately (haha), i want to really slim down and have a nice figure once and for all. I am pretty sick of being conscious and "fat". I hope i have the strength to go on. (Please let me have the strength). Once i get my ideal body and weight, i shall continue to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must control my diet man!! i realise although  i have been exercising, i have been snacking too much. But ... how to control? SHIT ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be more strict melissa, without a control of diet, no matter how much exercise, the effects will not be too big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114856956496286654?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114856956496286654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114856956496286654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114856956496286654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114856956496286654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-update.html' title='just a update'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114657942709807654</id><published>2006-05-02T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:30:26.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goethe institute singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Oh yeah, Ich vermisse &lt;strike&gt;mein Singapur Deutsches unterricht&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;meinem Singapur-Deutschen Unterricht beim Goethe Institute.&lt;/span&gt; Ich vermisse die Leute auch. &lt;strike&gt; Wir hatten so viel spass and die Leute sind alles freundlich. Es ist schade, weil ob wohl Ich die Kontakts habe, ich melde mich nicht an. 25th mai lerne ich nochmal beim Goethe, hoeffentlich sehe ich ihnen.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Wir hatten viel spass zusammen und die Leute sind freundlich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; ist schade obwohl ich die Kontakts habe, melde ich mich nicht an. Am 25. Mai lerne ich nochmal beim Goethe Institute. Hoffentlich kann ich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; nochmal sehen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;From left, Charmaine's bf, german teacher, me hiding, briony and fairouz&lt;br /&gt;Look there are traditional christmas cookies on the table, courtesy of teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/P1010335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/P1010335.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first german class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/P1000917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/P1000917.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nochmal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/P1000916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/P1000916.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wir entspannen, nach &lt;strike&gt;der&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; unterricht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/P1010338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/P1010338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114657942709807654?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114657942709807654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114657942709807654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114657942709807654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114657942709807654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/05/goethe-institute-singapore.html' title='goethe institute singapore'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114656049403454965</id><published>2006-05-02T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T02:09:15.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 may, fresh start</title><content type='html'>1st of may will be the day i start to keep fit. All my life i keep telling myself, i have to exercise, keep fit, slim down and maintain a nice figure  but i can't never seem to stay on track and be consistant. I don't know what is my problem, many times i tried to start but it never lasted for 6 months. I would regret and tell myself, if i stick to it, i would have no problem being in my ideal weight now. So no matter what, i must maintain my fitness level and always continue to keep fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body has been so weak and i fall sick often, i hate it, it is awful being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went running, it was horrible! i was shocked at the body fitness level, i just ran non stop for 15 mins and my head started to spin already. I feel like vomitting and all want i wanted to do was to lie down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In germany, a group of us went cycling and we had to ride up a hill to reach our destination. I couldn't find the energy to do it? and my legs was aching badly with every paddle i make. It was really bad, i think i really need to do something to my body before it starts to get worst and i might end up lying on the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be strong, melissa, and please have the strength to stay in a fitness routine for long. Don't be lazy and don't be impatient. Such takes time, you will only feel a difference after at least 1 year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114656049403454965?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114656049403454965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114656049403454965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114656049403454965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114656049403454965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/05/1-may-fresh-start.html' title='1 may, fresh start'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114646080499532708</id><published>2006-04-30T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:46:02.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bertram's handball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bertram belongs to a handball team. It is called the "Handball Gemeinschaft Koenigshofen und Sachsenflur". Throughout Deutschland (Germany), this league is 3 league below the german national team. There are 2 seasons in a year and they compete with each other for a place in a higher league.&lt;br /&gt;Bertram trains 3 times per week and during weekends the team will need to go for competition. I have been following them and cheering for them for almost all of the games. Last saturday, was the last match of the season.&lt;br /&gt;Before i left for germany, the offical photographer give me a disk which includes pictures of the whole season and the offical MC gave me a "fan" shirt. They are all wonderful people. I miss them dearly, and besides who could resist 14 sporty, trained men? :P&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the disk, enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/IMG_0538a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/IMG_0538a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The team cheering together with the fans after a winning match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/IMG_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/IMG_0498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The team taking a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/IMG_0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/IMG_0533.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A time out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/IMG_2113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/IMG_2113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/IMG_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/IMG_0689.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For more, you can visit their official website &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.hg-koenigshofen-sachsenflur.de/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It is also available from my link.&lt;br /&gt;It is in german so .... but nevermind, if you are just interested in looking at pictures and the individual players. Follow the steps below, if not just explore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Click&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Mannschaften" (2 from list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Then "Herren-BW-Oberliga" (top left) for the male team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or "Badenliga Frauen" for the women's team&lt;br /&gt;3. You will be able to see the whole teams photo and if you scroll down, you can click the name of the players highlighted in blue. Their photos will appear .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114646080499532708?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114646080499532708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114646080499532708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114646080499532708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114646080499532708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/04/bertrams-handball.html' title='bertram&apos;s handball'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114628635021506191</id><published>2006-04-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:52:48.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taller in more ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I like this song i am playing now because it reflects the "dark" side of human even though most of the countries are development and almost everyone has had an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is suppose to open up one's mind but it is sad to know that racist, sarcasm, judgement , discrimination and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; still exsist very strongly in this world. Especially in Asian countries, where it can get really unbearable sometimes. I don't understand why, isit their value and beliefs? Everyone is unique and special, i do not understand why asians like to surpress themselves and their children so much. Why can't you be what you want to be?   Isit it tiring? to always hide your true identity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am not saying that you should "ignore" and do whatever you like. We still need to hold and have ourselves back in public but i think as long as you don't hurt anyone in any way. You should be free to dress, free to get along with the people you like, free to enjoy, free to show yourself, free to be YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take for example 2 hot topics which everyone has been arguing/protesting/judging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not too sure whether is there a trend going on in Singapore? But the amount of homosexual are on the rise. Don't you think? Personally i know a few but i have nothing against them. They are very outgoing and confident with themselves, which i think is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, actually i cannot picture myself "loving" another women in a sexual way but i don't think we should condemn those who could and judge that they are "weird". I mean seriously who are you to judge someone else? Everyone is equal in the eyes of god, you are not "higher" or " posher" than them. There are women that take drunken, violent, or gambler as husband. Do we regard them as "abnormal"  or "stupid" too? When it come to the matters of the heart, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why are families rejecting them? This is their character, this is what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Sarong party girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess, i like "ang moh" man and am currently dating a german. BUT I DON'T GO AROUND FUCKING THEM.  Are you jealous? I like their nice features, their build and their attractiveness. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you denying that you don't find them attractive? We grew up reading Cinderella, Snow white and during our teens years idoling pop bands and reading their magazine. So you critise that i disregard your own race and discriminating "asian" men because i pick an "ang moh".&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, then why did u bring me into this "ang moh" orientated society? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is like you feeding monkeys bananas and durian and later blame them for preferring bananas.&lt;/span&gt; The monkey prefers banana, just like i prefer "ang moh" even though i have " asian men" too. Tell me what is so "critising or judgemental" about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i ever say that i am not proud to be in my skin or that i find our asian men bad? All men everywhere is the same, the difference lies in their physical appearance and values. If i found a guy i am physically attracted to and we share the common values in life, why not? Why should i stop myself from having happiness just because he is of a "different" skin colour. Yes, perhaps there is the same kind of man with my colour skin around but "the different skin" colour man found me first before i found "my same skin colour" man. If you people go around critising cross marriages or relationships. I would say you have actually offended "god" because i believe it is destiny that brings 2 together, no matter what skin colour you are. Like i said, all of us are equal in the eyes of god, as long as 2 are meant to be and found happiness, is skin colour so important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114628635021506191?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114628635021506191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114628635021506191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114628635021506191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114628635021506191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/04/taller-in-more-ways.html' title='taller in more ways'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114604497294060417</id><published>2006-04-26T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:49:32.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deutsch and sprache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ACHTUNG!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LEUTE, DIE DEUTSCH KENNEN, BITTE NICHT LESEN,WEIL MEINE DEUTSCH IST SCHLECHT!!! SO ENTWEDER LESEN SIE ODER GEHEN SIE WEG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;Ich denke Ich muss mal in Deutsch schreiben, weil sie wird schlechter !!Ich hasse die Artikle und auch die Gross, Klein schreibung. Schatz... kannst du bitte mir hilfen?&lt;br /&gt;Langsam koennte ich nicht mehr sprechen, schrieben oder lesen :( Ich finde es auch schwer zu buchstabieren. Ok ohne scheiss, ich muss beim Goethe institute anmelden, damit meine deutsch wird net schlechter.&lt;br /&gt;Was noch? Hm.. eigentlich nicht besonders... Ich glaube Ich bin verrueckt nach sprachen lernen.  Ich moechte noch Spanisch, Franzoezisch, Malaiisch (ich weiss, ich weiss, Grammatik und Buchstabieren sind fast alles falsch) *Heul* wie kann ich andere fremdsprache lernen wenn ich so schlecht bin. Egal... mal schaunen. :P&lt;br /&gt;Habe ich gesagt dass ich krank bin? Oh yea ... fuer 2 tage schon, hoeffentlich mir geht's gut (oder hoeffentlich es geht mir gut) welche ist richtig? Ich vermisse mein schatz auch :( und meine Uni zeug hat problemen!! Die universitaet hat meine Zeugnisse nicht und bis die bekommt, ich weiss nicht ob es genug zeit fuer sie alles fertig zu machen. )*heul* Hoeffentlich schaffe ich. Ich muss!! Ich will studieren !! Je schneller man in die uni geht, desto schneller bestandt (&lt;- richtig?) man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114604497294060417?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114604497294060417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114604497294060417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114604497294060417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114604497294060417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/04/deutsch-and-sprache.html' title='Deutsch and sprache'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114550900487634139</id><published>2006-04-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:56:44.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>hi blog and everyone, it has been such a long time before i "blogged" &lt;- is there such a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is nothing much going around in my life actually. I am back in singapore for around 3-4 weeks already, Bertram just went back and i applied for UNSW, i am still waiting for their reply.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry friends, if i haven't been in contact the last 2 weeks cause i need to bring the company around, but now "since i have time to blog" means i am free liao lor. (I'm lazy too)&lt;br /&gt;From now till entry to the university is like 2-3 months? i would like to brush up my english and try or hope? to have a better and healthier body,ok i know i have been saying this all my life but whatever :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114550900487634139?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114550900487634139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114550900487634139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114550900487634139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114550900487634139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114304016064160404</id><published>2006-03-22T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:20:47.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>assamstadt umzug 2</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the pictures i took. A more closer look into some of the better ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flintstones. This was made  by my friends who took part in the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guy in the red( as fred) and the 2 girls (as wilma and friend) are my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left: Jule, Theresa  and Annie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00219.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bertram , ali and the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00223.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sweets bag !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The witches at the parade. It is traditional that they  always appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was another project made by another friend; The indians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jule and Annie sitting on the cart? and the person pushing is Christoph. He belongs to another group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naughty monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00185.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old time west saloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, one of the first prize, wanted to show you a clearer picture of the building technics here. Really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00178.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Sumo fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AH, Another first prize. The pink panther. Look 2 person swinging inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Absolute madness, the person hanging in the air. I was so blown away by this. All self made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/DSC00162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114304016064160404?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114304016064160404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114304016064160404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114304016064160404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114304016064160404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/03/assamstadt-umzug-2.html' title='assamstadt umzug 2'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114234458971068324</id><published>2006-03-14T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T06:41:11.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>assamstadt umzug 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey ok, got some photos from someone else's site :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 46 participants altogether, marching bands and exhibits. This parade took place on 28 feb, at 13.11. It is a tradition to start at a time with 2 same digits. example 11, 22, 33. Everyone is dressed up and when they pass by they have to shout. 'HAY LO'. Candies and chocolates are also thrown throughout the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass14.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass14.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This group theme was monkey :P. Hey all was self made and there was a net that was strong enough to let children swing. I think they won the first prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass16.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy is Alex, rememeber the guy which stays together with Bertram? His group did the flintstones. They won the 3rd prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass15.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pirate ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, their theme was dental hygiene. Those kids are the toothpaste and they carry toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sumo fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pink panther, wow this team is really good. This exhibit is like a hour glass and they can swing from side to side. Another amazing exhibt from this group was a clock cum ride. A person acts as the hour and min hand of the clock. He was really held tight on the clock face and he could control the turning himself. Unbelievable and it was all self made. Naturally they won the first prize.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robin Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/ass12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/ass12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok don't know why cannot load anymore pics. if you want to see more, click on &lt;a href="http://www.time-to-go-out.de/Photos.2.0.html?&amp;tx_ffwagallery_pi1[toDo]=gallery&amp;amp;tx_ffwagallery_pi1[showGallery]=183&amp;cHash=c9db016f42"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Parade Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.time-to-go-out.de/Photos.2.0.html?&amp;amp;tx_ffwagallery_pi1[toDo]=gallery&amp;tx_ffwagallery_pi1[showGallery]=184&amp;amp;cHash=f4925d8e1f"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Parade Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114234458971068324?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114234458971068324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114234458971068324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114234458971068324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114234458971068324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/03/assamstadt-umzug-1.html' title='assamstadt umzug 1'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114233931123396360</id><published>2006-03-14T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T04:28:31.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>ok long time never blog liao, also nothing to blog. Life is quite same. Oh btw, i will be back in singapore next wednesday. Wow time really flies. Next i am going to try to enrol into UNSW , hopefully i can start my studies soon. But the problem is ... it is so expensive. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Actually i went to a parade few weeks ago and took many pics but the person who owns the camera still haven't load the pics so cannot post.It was a nice parade, and all self made, over 40 participants.&lt;br /&gt;It happens every year in assamstadt, participants build exhibits according to different theme. I have a couple of friends participating, they are building the flintstones and another group 'indians'. will try to load the pics before i go back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114233931123396360?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114233931123396360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114233931123396360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114233931123396360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114233931123396360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/03/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-114044695154096057</id><published>2006-02-20T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T06:59:43.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(185, 211, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Marriage Proposal Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyouridealmarriageproposalquiz/mutual.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutual, after a great conversation about your future and feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealmarriageproposalquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Marriage Proposal?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Date An Australian!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/australia.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a down to earth, outdoorsy kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;And you need a guy who can keep up with your adventures&lt;br /&gt;A rugged Austrailian guy is just your style&lt;br /&gt;Better start learning how to surf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Understated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-understated.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an intreguing mix of girl and woman.&lt;br /&gt;You're feminine, quiet, and a total mystery to most men.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they often feel the urge to protect you, even if they don't know you.&lt;br /&gt;You *are* a flirt, but you usually only flirt with those you know well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Sign Is Cancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourtruesignquiz/cancer.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cozy&lt;br /&gt;Moody&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Traditional&lt;br /&gt;Ultra-Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Unable to Let Go&lt;br /&gt;The Most Loving Ever&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive and Imaginative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruesignquiz/"&gt;What's Your True Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Aphrodite!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/aphrodite.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total shining star with a ton of admirers&lt;br /&gt;And no wonder: you live life to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;When things get bad, you can easily take off to a happier place&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally, you need to deal with problems head on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/"&gt;What Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou by Dido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I want to thank you for giving me&lt;br /&gt;The best day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just to be with you is having&lt;br /&gt;The best day of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good, as long as you're in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-114044695154096057?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/114044695154096057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=114044695154096057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114044695154096057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/114044695154096057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-ideal-marriage-proposal-is-mutual.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113994009024916926</id><published>2006-02-14T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:19:34.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>Today is valentine's day. I feel like it is just another normal day, haha don't know why. I find it ok too that bertram did not give me any presents or whatever. (Really i am not comforting myself.) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead i am more interested in the history behind today. Do you know how it comes about? Today is a day used to honour Saint Valentine. It started from the Roman Empire (have you ever wondered why many things started in the Roman Empire) Maybe i should visit it 1 day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Rome, February 14th was a holiday to honour Juno. Juno was the Queen of the Roman Gods and Goddesses. The Romans also knew her as the Goddess of women and marriage. The following day, February 15th, began the Feast of Lupercalia. This was always been a joyous festival for singles because girl names will be put into a jar and when a guy pick 'her', she will be his date for that festival. Usually this leads to a marriage. Ok so everyone was living happily ever after until .....&lt;br /&gt;Rome came under the rule of Emperor Claudius II, he was desperately recruiting man for his army but no one seemed to be joining. He believed the reason why roman men did not want to join the army was because they cannot bear to leave their loves or families. As a result, Claudius cancelled all marriages and engagements in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;Then came our Hero, Saint Valentine was a priest at Rome in the days of Claudius II. He finds the rule absurb so he secretly marries couple during the period. He was caught (What else?) and was sentence to death. While he was in prison, many people came to visit him and thank him for believing in love, they threw flowers, chocolates, 'sugar, spice and everything nice' into the prison cell. (so this is how such gifts come about.&gt;.&lt;) One of the people that visited him was the daughter of the prison guard, she was the only person who was allowed to enter the cell. Sometimes they would sit and talk for hours. On the day Valentine was to die (Guess which day? :D). He left her a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;The note signed, "Love from your Valentine." (OIC, a cool card trick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113994009024916926?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113994009024916926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113994009024916926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113994009024916926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113994009024916926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/02/st-valentines-day.html' title='St Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113898608240869352</id><published>2006-02-03T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:01:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the german language</title><content type='html'>Ok, now i offically ended my language studies in Germany. Now i enjoying the rest of my days in Germany. I have mixed feelings liao, On one hand i am really glad to be able to return home, on the other i know i will miss Bertram. Haiz.... my time with bertram here is really wonderful, i am also sick of returning to the web cam days.  Don't know le, don't think about it first.&lt;br /&gt;I think my english is becoming worst! Sometime i mix both of them up! The german sentence has their verb either on the 2nd or last position and english is always on the 2nd position (right). It is so funny, i am able to communicate in english but i know the german grammer from 'head to toe', i am able to tell you which word form is in a german sentence and which is the 'haupt satz' (main sentence) and 'neben satz' (connecting sentence), i am also able to tell you which fälle (category) is the sentence. Unbelievable, i don't think i am able to recognise and name so much english grammatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113898608240869352?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113898608240869352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113898608240869352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113898608240869352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113898608240869352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/02/german-language.html' title='the german language'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113898414890637700</id><published>2006-02-03T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:31:20.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Well, Everything is the same actually, travelling to and fro across germany, whether it is for handball or karlsruhe, i am feeling all numb about travelling already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore just celebrated chinese new year, a little sad that i am not there by my family, well at least i have bertram right? :P Over here it is just like any other days, no celebration, nothing, ZERO. I think some have never heard of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times really flies, now it is february already, SHIT! i still don't know what i want to study le. I keep asking myself to think and 'feel' what is my passion and interest, but it is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Bertram's birthday coming soon, i have a very nice present cum surprise for him, i hope he likes the present. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113898414890637700?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113898414890637700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113898414890637700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113898414890637700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113898414890637700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113831570318239874</id><published>2006-01-26T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:57:27.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair cut</title><content type='html'>Today i went for a hair cut cause i can't stand my hair anymore. There were so many split ends, i think i even saw 3 splits!!! It was horrible, bertram didn't turn up as he should (still so angry) and the stupid hairdresser wanted to charge me 58 euro which was like 120 dollar? for just wash, cut and blow. WT........ NOTHING, no treatment, no colouring, no styling. I was so shocked then i said directly, oh sorry it is too expensive what if i just cut my hair? Oh then ' it will cost 31 euro' and give me a ' not happy face, cannot afford go away la, why follow other people enter salon'.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the price, 58-31 = 27, you mean i need to pay you extra 27 euro just to blow dry my hair while brushing for a few hours effect? Just to blow dry my hair le, i mean if i sleep or wash my hair the effect will be gone. Must pay 27 euro, which is 50 dollars for that.&lt;br /&gt;wah lua, still a lot le but never mind (as long she do a good job). GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;She did not do a good job man! i still have to stand up while she cut cause she say she can't reach my hair if i sit down. WT........ my hair is not like soooooooooooooooooooo long till it touches the ground right? besides the chair can be adjusted so that she will be able to reach the suitable height. I told her i want to level my hair more and shorter fringe. Now my hair , ok la is not soooo bad, at least it still looks normal and not uneven. A schoolmate (from china) she went to have her hair cut and her hair became worst. It was like uneven and one side is 'heavier' as the other. But still my hair's volume and style is gone, i said i wanted to maintain my layers or more but instead she cut all same length (my back), front can see a little different. Stupid la, wanted bertram to follow so that maybe he is able to control the situation a little but he did not turn up. Go back, will go hairdresser again. Wah lua still 31 euro which is almost 70 singapore dollar lor and still have to see her dumb attitude. After she cut my hair she left and say why don't you dry your hair yourself and then she go behind 'bitch' with her collegue. I know cause the other was like staring at me when i was drying my hair.  Should have left the moment i ask about the price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113831570318239874?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113831570318239874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113831570318239874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113831570318239874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113831570318239874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/01/hair-cut.html' title='hair cut'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113780364956731832</id><published>2006-01-20T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:34:09.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding</title><content type='html'>My cousin's wedding is this sunday, i feel happy for her. She found someone to love and take care of her for the rest of her life. I wish her happiness and a good life ahead. &lt;br /&gt;However, my family will not be able to attend or more like cannot attend her wedding because of my grandma. &lt;br /&gt;Everyday people around the world die, get married and give birth. It just happened that both sides of my family have their own events around the same time. Actually humans around the world do have lots in common. We are just deceived by apperance. I wonder what if i am there? What would i do? Both events are once in a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;Oh man, now being alone here and hearing so many 'stuffs' going on back home makes me feel really uneasy and lost. I do not know what to do, i mean i am so helpless here, the only things i can do is to call them, which is so stupid. I want to be back home. I also find it strange....How come when i was in singapore for my whole  20 donkey years, not so many things happen? But now, when i am away for (i think 8 months)less than 1 year, so many things happen in such a short time. WHY?WARUM? so depressing, now how am i going to sleep? &lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to wonder, how am i going to study overseas? I mean i can take care of myself, it is not the strange country or culture that is worrying me, it is my family instead. I miss the child birth of my cousin's first daughter too, while i am here. I mean all the drama, drama when i am gone. How to leave for my education again like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113780364956731832?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113780364956731832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113780364956731832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113780364956731832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113780364956731832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/01/wedding.html' title='wedding'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113780201007437694</id><published>2006-01-20T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:06:50.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grandma</title><content type='html'>I heard the news today from mum that grandma (papa's mum) is dead. She died on the 16th  January, monday at 12pm. It is so sad to hear this, and i feel bad that i was not able to attend her funeral. Although she was not so close to me like my other, she was after all my grandma and she watched me grow up. This sunday, they will be sending her off to the temple, aunt and mum told me it is better that she go and not drag because her body was detoriating everyday. She couldn't respond (coma)and she could not remember anything. I feel so uneasy, can sense sadness creeping in. Tommorrow i am going to watch germany's  national handball team play against austria, i was really excited about this but now, a little reluctant. Speaking of monday, i think i dreamt of my grandma. i mean i didn't dream of 'stories' but i thought i saw her face for a short while. Out of nowhere, her face appeared and i could see her whole body, then the next second she was gone. It is funny to dream of dead people even though they are my loved ones, sometime i still dream of my grandpa and i can always remember it clearly when i wake up. How come i cannot remember the nice dreams the next day i wake up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113780201007437694?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113780201007437694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113780201007437694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113780201007437694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113780201007437694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/01/grandma.html' title='grandma'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113714416065272526</id><published>2006-01-13T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:35:34.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear upset</title><content type='html'>Sometime i think the 2 friends that Bertram has to stay with are shit, Sebastian and Alex. I mean ok, they are good friends from gymnasium(something like Jc), actually he knows Sebastian since young. All of them are boys but i would say they are very lazy. Alex does not bother at all to clean the dishes, keep the house or bathroom clean, absolute &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; to maintain the house. Occassionally he empties the trash,OCCASSIONALLY. Otherwise he will be busy doing programming on his pc or some network stuff. He is the brain and secretary of the group, he gets infomation about new classes and time slots. This morning Bertram was so upset because they have a 'special'(1 time) tutorial at 0900 but Bertram knew the time only when he woke up at 0830. How come? Because someone thought that it was at 0945, he even told me he double check with Alex the night before. It is sad for me to see him this way but i have to admit bertram, who ask u to be so dependend on ppl? you can't be totally angry with alex cause if you don't care to check and take note, no one will help you do it. Humans are after all selfish and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALEX CANNOT ALWAYS TELL YOU WHAT TO DO OR WHAT IS GOING AROUND IN SCHOOL. you are studying it too, so MAKE A LITTLE MORE EFFORT TO CARE MORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Oh did i mention? this is not the first time such has happened :)&lt;br /&gt;Now, sebasatian. How can i start? This one helps in the housework but his attitude stink like ... (so stink i don't know how to describe). He is always critising, arguing, commenting, pouring sarcasm on everyone, everything, every minute and of course talking shit too. He is sly, he take notes about stuff in school and what is going on but he never shares, silently he goes to school on time and pass up his work promptly. He is pretending that he doesn't care and that he knows nothing but i can see through that fox. ALex and Bertram on the other hand announce to everyone about everything. You wonder, how come he (seb) can get a girlfriend who is sporty, beautiful and very nice hearted. Opposite Attract? 1 day I show you his gf pic.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that my dear is the best but his attitude doesn't stink at all, he gets along well with almost everyone. He helps with the housework and every night before he sleeps he makes sure that all lights are turned off, windows closed, doors locked, electric plugs are safe, water taps and the fridge door tightly closed. It is weird, you will think that he is considerate and concern about things,actually he is, except when it comes to keeping track with his school timetable and what new happens. He doesn't bother to check the school website on regular updates or if there is a change in timetable schedule. He 'leaves' this to Alex. So, actually does he have a right to be angry with alex? I hope he understands the seriousness of this situation because in the end he will be the one losing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113714416065272526?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113714416065272526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113714416065272526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113714416065272526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113714416065272526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-upset.html' title='dear upset'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113655937894749876</id><published>2006-01-06T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:08:39.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Basic Panties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/basic-panties.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a laid back chick with a real natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;You can make unwashed hair and minimal make-up super sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Men tend to notice you show the "real you" - and they appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;And while basic makes boring for some, it looks classic on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Panties Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Sisters Are Paris and Nicky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/celebsistersquiz/hilton-sisters.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild, infamous, and stunningly gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;You cause a scene wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/celebsistersquiz/"&gt;Who Are Your Celebrity Sisters?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a White Cotton Bra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/white-cotton-bra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical, comfortable, and classic&lt;br /&gt;You want your man to feel relaxed and himself with you&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect guy is low maintenance and adaptable&lt;br /&gt;And he makes you feel comfy and cozy too!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#3ED09F" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Skin Deep Sweetheart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#86EAC8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouobsessedwithyourlooksquiz/skin-deep-sweetheart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be supermodel gorgeous or a plain Jane.&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't matter, because you're confident and secure.&lt;br /&gt;You don't go out looking like a slob, but you are low maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;You have better things to worry about than whether your nails are the right shade!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouobsessedwithyourlooksquiz/"&gt;Are You Obsessed With Your Looks?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Rome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/rome.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a big city girl with a small town heart&lt;br /&gt;Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome&lt;br /&gt;Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand&lt;br /&gt;And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scent is Mango&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatscentareyouquiz/mango.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultry, sweet, and mellow&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy every moment of life!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatscentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Scent Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Halter Bikini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbikiniareyouquiz/halter-bikini.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an athletic girl with a hot athletic bod to match.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a great tan, probably from all those beach volleyball games!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbikiniareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bikini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113655937894749876?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113655937894749876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113655937894749876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113655937894749876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113655937894749876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/01/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113615891871561272</id><published>2006-01-01T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T10:18:15.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year 2006</title><content type='html'>This is the first time i am celebrating new year in germany. Their celebrations are quite similiar to us; food, alcohol, music. The only difference is that in Germany, we are allowed to buy fireworks and at the stroke of midnight, we blast them.It is a pity that bertram's camera is spoilt otherwise i would have taken lots of pictures for sure. Hm... nvm i have some examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a packet of 'rockets', it is connected with a wooden stick. You put the wooden stick into a glass bottle, so that it will be stable when it takes off, point it into the empty sky, set it on fire and it will explode in the air, making a small firework display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/200079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer look at the rocket. See the wooden stick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/200046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shoots 'shots of fire' up into the sky in a regular timing. It is not so special you just see lightballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/210001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/210001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is interesting and it looks nice, you put this on the ground or anywhere you want, light it up and sparks of fire will shoot out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/130004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/130004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is almost like the 'rockets' just that it doesn't fly up to the sky. It shoots shots into the sky and after a few seconds, it explodes into a firework display. The rocket can just explode once but i think there is 5 - 8 shots in 1 of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/140005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/140005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a whole big packet of firework all to myself :P Bertram's parent brought it for me. Thanks. There is 1 that flys and make different light patterns. (nice too) sorry can't find pictures of it. A couple of them make really loud noise and explodes but no firework.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a very nice experience, if you ever have a chance to do such, DO IT! HIGHLY RECOMMENDED :P , Ok but after that the whole air is filled with smoke but nvm, only once a year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113615891871561272?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113615891871561272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113615891871561272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113615891871561272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113615891871561272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-2006.html' title='new year 2006'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113597215408978106</id><published>2005-12-30T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:55:44.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>i have to admit, time really flies!! Now it is almost 2006 and i still don't know what i want to study?! it is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Since young i always wanted to study in a university, sometime i wonder why i entered a polytechnic instead of a JC. When i read the requirements of Singaporeans wanting to enter a foreign university, it is always 'A' Levels results. Although i did not regret going into the polytechnic, JC is still the best and easier way to enter a university.&lt;br /&gt;I read through business/Management courses offered by the uni and i realise i have no more interest in studying it again anymore. I want to study something else, something more worthwhile and professional. People 'earn' business degrees in less than a few months or even 'buy' them, I find it really insulting. I want something good :P&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of studying either medicine, pharmacy, dentistry,  or even law for some time now. It is really hard for a poly student to change track, i will have to stay all over again. Haiz... Because of this reason, i think it will be better to stick with business. Another reason is because of Bertram too. I will have to start all over again which means that i might be apart from bertram for some time, i don't know if i or we can hold on being so far apart for at least 5 years. However i know myself, i failed once during sec 3 by giving up 'a maths' when actually i can pass and 'a little mistake' in choosing poly. I won't be happy if i don't achieve something.&lt;br /&gt;My poly life was too slack (:P), i did not really study and there wasn't enough motivation. I did not have so many distinctions or 'A', neither do i have many C and Ds. Haha , so...... many Bs lor.&lt;br /&gt;When i reflect back in my poly years, i find it quite a breeze actually. (hehe, sorry if i am like so egoistic) but it is true. I never encountered much problems, ok some projects und projectmates are 'one of a kind' but i learn something from it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to achieve something in my life and i don't see any future in studying business or management. Oh man!! What should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113597215408978106?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113597215408978106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113597215408978106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113597215408978106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113597215408978106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/12/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113580030661906334</id><published>2005-12-28T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:53:16.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture shows a thousand words</title><content type='html'>It has been snowing non- stop for 2 days now, at first i was really excited about snow but now i would say snow is beautiful just outside the window (:P). In actual fact it is cold and it doesn't feel so nice when it falls on your face, it is like rain!! you get wet!!&lt;br /&gt;However, the sight of it when you wake in the morning is really comforting. everywhere is white and still, it looks exactly like those pages we see in fairy tales. Can't really describe so well :P Show you some pictures and you will understand what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow in Nuernberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/AlteBrueckeSchnee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/AlteBrueckeSchnee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PK02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PK02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PK02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow in Heidelberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/HD_Old_City_im_Schnee_3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/HD_Old_City_im_Schnee_3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow in Lauda-Konigshofen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/Cornus%20im%20Schnee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/Cornus%20im%20Schnee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/winter-la-oberes-tor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/winter-la-oberes-tor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113580030661906334?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113580030661906334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113580030661906334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113580030661906334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113580030661906334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-shows-thousand-words.html' title='a picture shows a thousand words'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113579988029207250</id><published>2005-12-28T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:34:21.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>Hi Blog, it has been a long time since i updated. (Too Lazy) Where should i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was 3 days ago, this was the 2nd time i celebrated christmas in germany. It wasn't so exciting compared to the first, but this time i made more friends (:D). Bertram's parents, his grandma and 2 of his aunts gave me presents, it was really sweet of them. i was a little surprised when i received their presents. luckily i came in prepared; i brought presents for them too. The relatives came over to celebrate and we had a feast. I called home and mum told me that she is going to bring ah ma to genting highlands. it is good to heard that they are having fun and doing well back in singapore. However my other grandma is not too good, she is in coma now. I hope she gets better, seriously i don't know what i will do if anything happens to her. I think i might have to 'go back eariler' but such is so sudden, what if i can't find the ticket to go back in time? *Pray for her*.&lt;br /&gt;Ok good news, maybe bertram brother and his girlfriend is going back together with me and bertram :D. ( I did good promotion for Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;I think later we are going to ride sleigh, will tell you how it goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113579988029207250?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113579988029207250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113579988029207250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113579988029207250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113579988029207250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113451845723193820</id><published>2005-12-13T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:01:32.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect girl</title><content type='html'>there is no such thing as a perfect women, man, girlfriend or boyfriend,husband or wife in a relationship. I can't be the perfect gf for bertram but i can try to be a good one. I am not too sure how to be a good one too but i think understanding ur guy and 'understanding' the whole situation itself helps.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i would say bertram is a guy with a 'Strong' character, maybe some call it stubborn but he is definetly not a male chauvinist pig . he is quite sure of what he wants and if he doesn't like or find no sense in what i am doing, he will say it out loud. (even if it is in public). Ok sometime it is so embrassing but he doesn't really know. Perhaps in some aspects he is insensitive but he has his senstive side too ( believe me, sometime even more than me). I am not too sure if it applies to all guys but there are a few things which i found out about bertram, hopefully you readers can relate to it too.&lt;br /&gt;1. If he wants to be left alone, he means it. Don't worry about him, he will come back when he is ready.&lt;br /&gt;2. When he is doing work especially when he has been working on it for a long time,(but still can't get it right), do not disturb him. Instead sit beside him in silence, i find it as a moral support. :P&lt;br /&gt;3. When he is playing computer games (especially) or any activities which he enjoys playing........... ok as for this i don't know how to answer it :P. Cause sometime i find it irritating when he plays, but then again i enjoy play games too so it is a dilema. Perhaps he deserves it after so much hard work.&lt;br /&gt;I supose guys just think 1 thing at a time, therefore there are quite 'See through'. Ok at least for bertram. People say the female sex are the mysterious one, i agree. At times I don't know what the hell am i doing or thinking. It got onto bertram's nerves sometime, which i don't understand why, i find it ok with what i am doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113451845723193820?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113451845723193820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113451845723193820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113451845723193820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113451845723193820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/12/perfect-girl.html' title='perfect girl'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113409161883635565</id><published>2005-12-08T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:32:11.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>ok back to the topic with the owner upstairs. Today all of us went up to their apartment because they want to discuss 'things'. I am quite confused, they seemed pretty normal and quite nice too. I don't know if they are putting on a mask but usually old people do not wear masks. I think by nature they are good hearted people, just stubborn and fussy. Maybe because they are old so... well we know how some old people is. I don't know why i can't accept them, Pride and Prejudice? I would really like to live in harmony too but something strong inside me is preventing me but i don't know what. Isit Predjudice?&lt;br /&gt;It is funny, ever since i came to Germany, these 2 words seemed so 'familar'.  When you have a strong pride and lack of trust, you can't help but developing prejudice against people. The way the 'ang moh' treat chinese here is unbelievable, although most of them are not so bad, i still think there is still some racisim inside them. (Ok is this prejudice?). Are they really sincere or humble? and it is alright that there is a foreigner sitting beside them? or are they just putting up a mask? this is 1 question i don't think i will ever really find out. Bertram always tell me they are true and such(racism) does not exsist anymore. I somehow don't believe him. Haiz... sometime i also wonder, is bertram alright about me being chinese or does he prefer an 'ang moh' girl? Can someone give me some opinion or your thoughts? Just write in the shoutbox (Thanks a million)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113409161883635565?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113409161883635565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113409161883635565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113409161883635565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113409161883635565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/12/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113388800017244738</id><published>2005-12-06T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:56:50.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>advent calender</title><content type='html'>Speaking of christmas and goodies, i forget to tell you that there is another 'treat' which the germans give to their children. the treat is called 'advent calander'. It looks something like this, with many different designs of course. I left my advent calender at the other house :( but i got a hold of alex (bertram's friend calender).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4858.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure if you can see it clearly but this is how the calender works... Starting from the 1st of December, the children will open a 'window' labelled with the number 1 and eat the chocolate hidden behind the window. On the 2nd December, the children will open the window labelled number 2. The numbers are all over the place, so you will have to find the right dates. You keep doing this till the 24th December. This means everyday till christmas, the children get 1 chocolate. This serves as a countdown and those children who can't wait for christmas. Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, today is the 6th december (also st nik! ), therefore 6 windows are opened ;) and it is everywhere too (not in orderly manner) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4863.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my calender in another house!! so far i ate till 5 december :P, will be back only next week on 16th december and since i did not eat from 6 to 16, i can eat 10 chocolates in 1 day. Muahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113388800017244738?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113388800017244738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113388800017244738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113388800017244738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113388800017244738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/12/advent-calender.html' title='advent calender'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113388708214248048</id><published>2005-12-06T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:40:06.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>st nikolaus</title><content type='html'>Today is 'Saint Nikolaus Tag' (6th December), which means Saint Nicholas Day.&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard of this day before until i come to Germany, so i presume this is only celebrated or originated from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On this day, only 'well behaved' children receive candies, chocolates and cookies from 'Saint Nikolaus'. 'Saint Nikolaus' will put the treats into the winter boots. Just like this :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bertram and My shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our treats on St Nik &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe, going to enjoy my chocolates now, hope you have 1 too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113388708214248048?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113388708214248048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113388708214248048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113388708214248048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113388708214248048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/12/st-nikolaus.html' title='st nikolaus'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113382176357098420</id><published>2005-12-05T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:30:12.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>popeye</title><content type='html'>Did i mention that bertram's grandma has a new dog? His name is popeye, he is super sweet and smart too( i think). he listens and responds well to instructions, he is just soooo adorable. everyday when i wake up, he will greet me by jumping up and lick my hand. :D , oh btw he eats a lot too but nonetheless you should see his puppy eyes, now i know why no one can resist puppy eyes. i think i can find some pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PICT4814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PICT4819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will certainly be more about him :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113382176357098420?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113382176357098420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113382176357098420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113382176357098420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113382176357098420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/12/popeye.html' title='popeye'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113321644818078963</id><published>2005-11-28T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:49:21.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weihnachtsmarkt</title><content type='html'>Every year at the end of November, there are 'Christmas Markets' held all across Germany. The markets last for about 1 month. It is a tradition and if you are in Germany during this time of the year, you should NEVER MISS the markets. There is 1 currently at the city I live in but I haven't been there yet. I will most probably visit it next week (cause i forgot to bring the camera this week.) i will post the pictures up next week (i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, let me bring you to different parts of Germany and have an experience of the 'christmas markets'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Nuernberg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/weihnachtsmarkt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/weihnachtsmarkt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Karlsruhe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/weihnachtsmarkt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/weihnachtsmarkt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/04%20Tubinger%20Weihnachtsmarkt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/weihnachtsmarkt-karlsruhe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In Jena&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/Weihnachtsmarkt-Jena.926x629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/Weihnachtsmarkt-Jena.926x629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/04%20Tubinger%20Weihnachtsmarkt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know all seems very nice and beautiful, actually it is. BUT the weather is so F#§$%$% cold, it is unbelievable. The snow is slippery too!! I fell down 2 times already *So embrassing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113321644818078963?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113321644818078963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113321644818078963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113321644818078963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113321644818078963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/11/weihnachtsmarkt.html' title='weihnachtsmarkt'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113313375845577481</id><published>2005-11-27T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:24:05.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insulted 2</title><content type='html'>continued from the previous post ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the owner of the house complained to bertram and his friend ;who has a girlfriend staying together with him (like me);He told them that he was upset, because we ignored him and did not greet him when we see him. He said that initially his wife didn't want the girlfriends to move in but he argued and told her that it might be a good thing when we stay together. After what he was done, the last thing he wanted was us to think bad of him.&lt;br /&gt;Bertram have always told me that he is a nice man, he is just under the control of his wife. They told me that he is often in the cellar or anywhere just to 'hide' from his wife. Ok maybe I was a little too mean, but if what bertram and friends said was true. Then I think he is a victim of his wife.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do now? I think i will give myself some time to think clearly about this. is he really under the control of his wife and that he is actually a nice man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113313375845577481?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113313375845577481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113313375845577481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113313375845577481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113313375845577481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/11/insulted-2.html' title='insulted 2'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113241423028846078</id><published>2005-11-19T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T07:34:52.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insulted</title><content type='html'>last wednesday, at the apartment, i was so mad. that stupid old owner and his wife are soooooooooooooooooooo OLD. i was back from school and standing there, were both of them. the moment they saw me, the lady said: " how can you live in such a place like this? everything's in a mess. what is this? what is that? why is this thing here? why is that thing there? "&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? this is a new apartment and everyone is settling in with the new furnitures and stuff. you expect us to do all so fast? besides it is bertram and friends apartment now. it does not concern you whether they want to clean the house or not. what is worst ....... after the wife complain. the old man said: ' you are at fault that this house is in a mess, you are the female sex and you are suppose to make sure that the apartment stays nice and fresh. you should tidy the house and take out the trash'. WTF; you dying old man you scolding me or what? who the fuck are you? My own grandparents and parents never said such to me before and, you, whom i just met for 4 weeks reprimanding me? wake up from your grave!! now females are ruling the world, even the president of germany is now a female. you mean you people elected her to make sure the streets of germany are clean? since females are responsible for it. BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather die years ago, since young he told me that i should not just stay at home and be a housewife. he told me to become someone, he brought me to school and always ask me to study study study. can you imagine? during that time in the 90's my grandpa knew that the world is going to change and that it is meaningless to be a housewife. My grandpa was really wise, i think that is the reason why i am so competitive and want to be successful. i mean look at the contrast between my grandpa and the dumb old man living above. Ah now i understand the saying, why clever people can't live long. No wonder the old man is still alive. I love you grandpa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113241423028846078?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113241423028846078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113241423028846078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113241423028846078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113241423028846078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/11/insulted.html' title='insulted'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113241297492121977</id><published>2005-11-19T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T07:11:37.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>wow, it has been a long time since i blog. bertram started his new life as a university student in karlsruhe and i went with him. the new apartment does not have any internet access so i could only come in during the weekends when we are at his home.&lt;br /&gt;everything is going fine, i still don't know what i want to do after this. i know that i want to study but WHAT?? I missed my family a lot these days, not too sure why, perhaps it is the festives seasons; christmas, 2006, chinese new year. you know these are the times where people hang out with the families and catch up with one anothers. although i have bertram, things are just not the same. I hope i can be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the new apartment, the owner is soooooooooooooo OMG. He and his wife lives just right at the next level. I would named his wife as cinderella step mother and as for the husband......... hm... strange no words. ah i know. a lonely old man who should die. i can't stand them, ever since bertram and his friends move in they come down almost everyday!!! the reason? "Oh there is water leakage i must repair", "oh your fridge is too big to put in the cellar, maybe we should put it in your apartment". "i am leaving the house remember to lock the doors". ok i dont know how to describe it but it is so irritating. u guess how long they took to repair the water leak? 1 week!! (last 2 weeks ago) and now it is defect again. i think previously they made the thing worst so they can just come in. i don't know what is wrong with the 2 old people. think they should get something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113241297492121977?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113241297492121977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113241297492121977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113241297492121977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113241297492121977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/11/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113114676161829031</id><published>2005-11-04T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:38:48.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH MIGHT BE DISTURBING OR INSULTING TO SOME PEOPLE. SO IF YOU ARE SOMEONE WHO ENJOY DRINKING AND SMOKING.&lt;br /&gt;*DO NOT READ*&lt;br /&gt;Don't come message me and tell me your opinion, can't be bothered. I warned you about the insults already. So, either you read and accept what I have to say or Don't read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't laugh at me when you read this but I just discovered something about myself. It is so stupid!! I am allergic to alcohol!! Unbelievable right? Like 99.99999% of humans drink alcohol and can't live without them and here I am allergic to it. I don't think it is a big deal, I never liked alcohol anyway (NO, I am not comforting myself, those who are close to me or hang out with me knows I never drink.) Never liked the taste and feeling since the beginning, it taste bitter and makes people do stupid things. I wonder why so many people drink alcohol, I think it is unhealthy. Perhaps when faced with the harsh conditions in life, humans find it comforting or relief to numb their senses in alcohol. Silly behavior, the problem is still there. A chinese saying 'using alcohol to drown your sorrow makes you more sad.' Don't know if it is true cause I have never done this before. But I think there is a saying for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Ok argument time. You tell me ' I don't drink to drown my sorrow, I drink for happiness and enjoyment'. Now that is a different thing, a toast during festive seasons or celebration is acceptable, but I don't think 'a special night out to drink' is what I call fun. People buy bottles of alcohol and mix them with juices, keep themselves in a room and just drink. Now tell me what is actually going on here? You tell me you hang out with friends and I feel happy that's why I drink. You mean when you hang out with friends you can't drink Coke or whatever? Must drink alcohol isit? Are you actually 'happy' or want to feel 'high', alcohol works like a kind of drugs actually, (I think) smoking too. Tell me what makes you so different from those criminal consuming drugs? You are just lucky to be engaged in something legal after all. I think both of you are addicts. Haha. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113114676161829031?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113114676161829031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113114676161829031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113114676161829031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113114676161829031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/11/alcohol.html' title='Alcohol'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113086012741189603</id><published>2005-11-01T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:38:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:white;"&gt;How to make a poh guan pei melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts intelligence&lt;br /&gt;1 part brilliance&lt;br /&gt;1 part empathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little fitness if desired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113086012741189603?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113086012741189603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113086012741189603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113086012741189603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113086012741189603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-make-me.html' title='How to make me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113085806671622638</id><published>2005-11-01T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:54:05.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Flavour</title><content type='html'>&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:12;color:white;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:16;color:#000099;"&gt;Neopolitan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-neopolitan.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:12;color:white;"&gt;You aren't satisfied with just one flavor. They say variety is the spice of life and this shines through in your Ice cream of choice! Just don't eat all the chocolate and leave the strawberry and vanilla behind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113085806671622638?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php' title='Ice Cream Flavour'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113085806671622638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113085806671622638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113085806671622638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113085806671622638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/11/ice-cream-flavour.html' title='Ice Cream Flavour'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-113052575435712011</id><published>2005-10-28T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T12:48:20.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An exchange of culture - A German Wedding</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I went to a german wedding, this was the 3rd so far. I would say the wedding consist of 2 parts. First the church ceremony and of course food. This wedding I went either skipped the church part or they have been through the ceremony already.For as far as I know, there was no need to attend church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off as reception; Families and friends communicate and maintain relationships with one another. There were champagne and snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4688.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; During teabreak, the germans drink tea, coffee and eat cakes. It is unbelievable how many cakes they are able to consume and all of them are self made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4710.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those white layered cakes that we always see, it is called 'torte' in german? Actually it exsisited lol! of course it exsisted. What I am trying to say is the previous wedding I been to have such cake and all 5 layer were baked by Bertram's mother, she took 3 days to do it. Will add the ' torte' to show you guys in the next post. This wedding does not have any 'torte' but just a heart shape cake. Naturally the bride and groom have to cut the cake first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4717.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 hours later, dinner was served. There were salads, duck, deer meat and pork, spatzle (a traditional noodle), potatoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PICT4786.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4786.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow noodle is the 'spatzle'. The rest is self explanatory ( I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PICT4787.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4787.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, there were games and family members read out poems as a form of blessing for the newly-wed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PICT4791.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for dessert, there were Tiramisu and Ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PICT4795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started dancing (it is a tradition to dance too!) and the games went on after dessert. This game was quite creative and humorous. The bride will have to feel 5 different legs and determine which of them is her husband's. You might wonder why this 5 men? It is because they are all brothers. :D Do you think the bride got the right leg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PICT4823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call this? Supper? This was placed around midnight. There were bread rolls, cheese, hams, fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/PICT4817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/PICT4817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok, that was quite about everything. Like all festives, there is food, families take this chance to meet up and chat with one another. A happy occasion and I wish this new couple happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-113052575435712011?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/113052575435712011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=113052575435712011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113052575435712011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/113052575435712011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/10/exchange-of-culture-german-wedding.html' title='An exchange of culture - A German Wedding'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-112981654007931410</id><published>2005-10-20T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T06:58:56.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>Hi blog, I am having cravings for food again. Die la, cannot stand it anymore!!! When i go back to Singapore; FRIENDS!! you will need to follow me on a 1 week food hunt!!!&lt;br /&gt;You readers out there might be thinking i am 'Siao' (What is the big deal) and don't think much about the food around you. Trust me, growing up in Singapore with all those food around you. You won't know what you miss until you can't have it anymore. So far, my cravings include (Not in particular order, cuz I want to eat everything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0)My grandma cookings!! (Nothing can beat this ! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;1)Ban Mee&lt;br /&gt;2)Chilli and Pepper Crab&lt;br /&gt;3)Nasi Lemak&lt;br /&gt;4)Hokkien Prawn Mee&lt;br /&gt;5)Mee Soto&lt;br /&gt;6)Long John Silver&lt;br /&gt;7)Laksa&lt;br /&gt;8)Fishhead Meehoon&lt;br /&gt;9)Mixed rice&lt;br /&gt;10)Kway Chup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, sorry la, but list still has to go out. haha thanks for the patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Duck rice&lt;br /&gt;12)KFC (Strange right? Germany don't have this le, only BK and MC)&lt;br /&gt;13)Gelare waffle and ice cream&lt;br /&gt;14)Prawn Mee soup&lt;br /&gt;15)Fried Carrot Cake&lt;br /&gt;16)Mee rebus&lt;br /&gt;17)Roti Prata&lt;br /&gt;18)Wan tan Mee&lt;br /&gt;19)Minced Meat noodle&lt;br /&gt;20)Fishball noodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on!! List ending soon, cuz i think I named almost all the dishes in Singapore . HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)My house market the vegetarian mee hoon (Super nice)&lt;br /&gt;22)Bak Ku teh&lt;br /&gt;23)Tao Hua&lt;br /&gt;24)Malay chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;25)Nasi briyani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la! End here, cannot think of anymore also. Some pics so that you feel hungry too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/carrot%20cake6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/carrot%20cake4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/chilli017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/chilli014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/Pix-Laksa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/Pix-Laksa4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/Nasi-Lemak7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/Nasi-Lemak4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/Newton_FHokkenMee7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/Newton_FHokkenMee4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel hungry already right? Can 'Tapau' for me then sent to Germany or not? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-112981654007931410?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/112981654007931410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=112981654007931410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/112981654007931410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/112981654007931410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/10/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-112958479655602005</id><published>2005-10-17T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:49:21.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Langweilig und (Kontrollieren Müssen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bertram geht wieder nach Karlsruhe, es ist sehr langweilig fuer mich. Hehe jetzt schreibe ich meine Beschwerben auf deutsch. Ich finde es gut weil am estens, meine Singapore Freunde verstehen kein Deutsch and zweitens, mein Deutsch wird verbessert.&lt;br /&gt;Es ist kommisch weil ich ohne Bertram nicht schlafen koennte!!! Was ist mit mir los! Obwohl es dauert nur 2 naechte, ich finde es wirklich schlecht. *Heul* Ich vermisse ihn&lt;br /&gt;Ich sollte mich schlagen, ich habe so viele stress zu Bertram gegeben and mit ihm unsinnvoll ( Gibt es dieses wort? :P) gestrietet. Es tut mir echt leid Baby, ich weiss nicht was ist mit mir passiert. Ich vermisse and liebe dich so sehr aber trotzdem macht mich dich argern.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa STOP IT !!! Stop behaving wie ein dummes brot und eine verwoehne Prinzessin. ( Du bist nicht!) Bertram liebt du sehr und hat fast alle zu dir gegeben, was willst du noch von ihm!!! Du sollest auch nur die beste zu ihm gegeben und nicht etwas depp! Was kann ich machen? I can't seem to stop myself :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok jetzt wuerde ich mich kontrollieren, Naechste mal, denken daran und lasst ihn allein, er hat nix gemacht. Du bist die bloede Qoo. Bertram hat eigentlich die ganze zeit recht .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Hoeffentlich meine Grammatik ist nicht so schlecht :P&lt;br /&gt;Also, ich liebe dich babe und kommt bitte bald zueruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-112958479655602005?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/112958479655602005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=112958479655602005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/112958479655602005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/112958479655602005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/10/langweilig-und-kontrollieren-mssen.html' title='Langweilig und (Kontrollieren Müssen)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-112957934501791726</id><published>2005-10-17T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T05:37:09.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deutschland during Dask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever wondered why we can never see such nice scenery in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/blue%20sky16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/blue%20sky7.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See those white lines in the sky? They are marks made by personal aircraft. I see them often every evening, ok not every evening, sometime you see them the whole day when the weather is nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/sunset27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/sunset27.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/orange%20sky29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/orange%20sky7.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seen the sky with 5 to 6 layers of colours before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/sunset56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/sunset53.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/sunset33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/sunset33.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a good night :) and take care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-112957934501791726?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/112957934501791726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=112957934501791726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/112957934501791726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/112957934501791726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/10/deutschland-during-dask.html' title='Deutschland during Dask'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951543.post-112955813878034153</id><published>2005-10-17T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:38:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;I have been in Germany for 5 months now, starting to get used to life here. I miss my family, friends and the Singapore food. Maybe I should do a blog about food 1 day. *Hee* A typical weekday for the past months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/300px-Kuckucksuhr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/300px-Kuckucksuhr1.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; *Wake Up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/GPPGerman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/GPPGerman.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt; *Ready for school*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Haha, nothing special actually :P just the environment and scenery is different from Singapore. There are hardly any vehicles and surrounding me are ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/BKoenigshofen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/BKoenigshofen.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/bauernhof-ferien_dsc0172730.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/bauernhof-ferien_dsc01727.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/1600/panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3630/1743/320/panorama.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Looks beautiful right? I am in the southern part of germany and most of the landscapes are like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951543-112955813878034153?l=melmissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/feeds/112955813878034153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951543&amp;postID=112955813878034153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/112955813878034153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951543/posts/default/112955813878034153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmissa.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-in-germany.html' title='Life in Germany'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00612934123609496996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
