<?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-7141086667091530994</id><updated>2012-02-05T17:50:42.740+08:00</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='sad'/><category term='coldplay'/><category term='funny'/><category term='black'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='biggest loser'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='november'/><category term='day out'/><category term='events'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='debate'/><category term='glee'/><category term='cute'/><category term='easter'/><category term='end'/><category term='you'/><category 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term='movies'/><title type='text'>War Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/2011/posters/war_horse_ver2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.impawards.com/2011/posters/war_horse_ver2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I haven't done a movie review in a long time, mainly because there's not much to be said about most movies. Then War Horse comes along, and I just have to write about this movie. It's a short one, though.&lt;br /&gt;
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Simply put, it's beautiful. I don't know most of the cast, except for David Thewlis and Tom Hiddleston. Nonetheless, the entire cast was amazing in their respective roles. The scenes are beautiful and spectacular; credits go to the cinematographer. The score is also amazing, composed by John Williams. It helps shape the movie so well. What I love most is the unusual storyline, as well as the amount of light humour scattered around in the movie. It helps the movie from being a bore. What's also amazing is the relationship between animal and man portrayed. It's truly wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Biggest props goes to two: Spielberg, the director, and the titular horse, Joey. This is definitely a must-watch for the Oscar-appreciating crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-8693814491321297731?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/8693814491321297731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=8693814491321297731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8693814491321297731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8693814491321297731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2012/02/war-horse.html' title='War Horse'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-695114675407828367</id><published>2012-01-20T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T03:25:15.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I Must Quit You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAMMi9Vd53g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAMMi9Vd53g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-695114675407828367?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/695114675407828367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=695114675407828367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/695114675407828367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/695114675407828367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-must-quit-you.html' title='I Must Quit You'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2354345539213223590</id><published>2012-01-11T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:14:48.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Killer Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvIE2vzvptg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvIE2vzvptg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="355" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People always say that the most dangerous of all are the ones who keep quiet and to themselves. they tell no one of their plans or thoughts or details in their life whatsoever. In the surface, their sunny disposition fools everyone into&amp;nbsp;thinking&amp;nbsp;everything is&amp;nbsp;perfect&amp;nbsp;with them, but secretly, they are a wreck. Nothing seems happy, and there's always something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel that personally I'm&amp;nbsp;somewhere&amp;nbsp;there, but rather then keeping it quiet, I let it all out here. I'd rather not tell these things directly to the ones I care, I don't&amp;nbsp;want&amp;nbsp;them to worry about me. To some extent, they don't understand me. then again, it's no obligation. They have lives too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lately, I've been having more suicidal thoughts, and their getting worse. Today, of all days, have been the most stressful. I'm having a paper tomorrow, and I've already given up all hope and just want to sleep it off, not study at all. Yet, when I look upon the faces of my parents, I can't bear to let them down once more. I've let them down so many countless times, I'm lucky that they still love me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dunno, I'm under this&amp;nbsp;immense&amp;nbsp;pressure to be perfect for them. I want to do music and learn about musical compositions, how to sing right, how to create wonderful scores, and maybe play at the Philharmonic Hall one day. My parents want me to have a bright future, and asked me to take engineering instead. True. they left it up to me&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;didn't force me into it. But it's so clear that they want me to take this. They don't want me to waste all my prior education since high school. So, I'm trying my best to make them happy, but I can't if I'm always feeling so down in dislike for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, I want to feel sad, but there's really no point in getting sad. I would like to talk to someone about it, but there's no reason to burden others with your problems. They have their own too, and they're not always free.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know if I should just chuck this all down the drain or not, but I know that if I do indeed, then it would be a waste of 4 years and thousands of ringgit in cash spent for me to reach this stage. Sometimes I think I don't do enough to justify and match the amount of care that my parents have given me. I don't want to betray their trust, or make them hate me for not being the best person I can be, but as of now, I don't know how to be that person they want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Music has always been my source of inspiration and calm, but the more diverse the music genre gets, the more it makes me feel that the level of where these musicians are is a level I would never ever going to achieve. I have no musical talent whatsoever, I don't even have money to go for formal guitar lessons. I'm not letting my parents pay more things for me than they already are.&lt;br /&gt;
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Partially, I'm glad that my parents don't know about this blog. They would probably freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-2354345539213223590?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2354345539213223590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2354345539213223590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2354345539213223590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2354345539213223590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2012/01/killer-thoughts.html' title='Killer Thoughts'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-9108511672548115910</id><published>2012-01-11T03:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:14:55.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hate Is Too Strong A Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxjbreNtON1qdv921o2_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxjbreNtON1qdv921o2_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I think about my life, and how I ended up doing a degree in engineering, I always say this to myself. I don't know why I didn't say no when my dad insisted that I take engineering. He says it's "the natural path since I'm a science kid in high school and took physics in matriculation". My mom asked if I want to try education, but back then, I didn't feel like being a teacher suits me. I can't teach people, really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, now, I'm stuck here, in my fourth year. I have a thought that I might get another degree, but I would have to work a bit first to get money to pay off the current loan, and then pay for the new degree. I can't depend on my parents forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But now, I really hate myself for some decisions that I have taken in life. Perhaps things would be different, and maybe I would not be the person I am now. I like me now, in my current state. Maybe it's for the best. Then again, I might have missed many opportunities to pursue happiness for my parents' sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in the middle of exam week, and had somewhat suicidal thoughts during my Maths test the other day. Weird, but the movie played out in my head, and I immediately regretted putting that vision to play. Too grotesque. But yea, I lost focus during the test, and for sure I'm repeating it once again *sigh*. But hey, I can't be selfish and think of only what I want, right? I have 2 more papers to the end of the semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't seen my campus friends in a while, and I miss them all so dearly. I've not seen or met my high school friends in ages, and I don't think they miss me at all. Did I mention one of them Unfriended me on Facebook because I deleted the comment he posted on my Wall? Well, that was devastating, I don't even know why. I didn't bother to re-Friend him again. I'm insignificant to his life now anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, you might think I'm an ungrateful git whose life is better than some truly unfortunate kids out there. Truly, I appreciate what I have, and I feel that those kids out there deserve a better life than the ones they have now. I have all that I could ever want, but it doesn't mean I should like it. Don't get me wrong; I do love it. I wish it could be better and more positive, for me and for kids everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yea, the thought of posting this came up when I saw the GIF &lt;a href="http://favnia.tumblr.com/post/15566259451"&gt;above&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry about it being so depressing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-9108511672548115910?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/9108511672548115910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=9108511672548115910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/9108511672548115910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/9108511672548115910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2012/01/hate-is-too-strong-word.html' title='Hate Is Too Strong A Word'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-952790814486834574</id><published>2011-12-31T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:48:22.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Next Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="274" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsz-EeNZBkI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsz-EeNZBkI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="274" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So 2011 is ending, and 2012 is coming up.&amp;nbsp;This year has been an interesting one, but not in a good way. In a sense, I wished some things didn't happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I ready? Maybe, if 2012 promises to be a better year. I've decided on making resolutions, but I was reminded that I hardly fulfilled any. I thought that, instead, I tried to create goals, but that idea panned out when I &amp;nbsp;realised that I'm not good at fulfilling goals. So I guess I would have to refer to my bucket list. Somewhere to start, at least. Truth be told, I have nothing much to look forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll be extending my studies for a year. This means that all my friends will be graduating next year, and I won't see them for some time until October when they will attend their graduation ceremony. I should be ready for extremely lengthy alone time.&amp;nbsp;I plan to get a job while I study during my first semester, but I don't know if my parent will approve of that or not. Thought of another gig at the bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;
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To all my friends, I apologize for mistakes made, negative words said, actions unfavoured, promises made and broken, wishes unfulfilled, memories forgotten, friendship fractured, insults hurled, and tasteless sarcasm.&amp;nbsp;I thank you for big bear hugs, uplifting optimism, hilarious moments, memorable events, good food, &amp;nbsp;and everlasting friendships. If Doomsday does happen next year, I thank God I found you, all of you. If it doesn't, then I'm thankful that you're still around to make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;
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*sigh* Let's just hope next year would be better. Hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-952790814486834574?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/952790814486834574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=952790814486834574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/952790814486834574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/952790814486834574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/12/next-year.html' title='Next Year'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2514691985620812560</id><published>2011-12-31T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:50:59.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="316" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aSq1cez_flQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aSq1cez_flQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="316" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-2514691985620812560?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2514691985620812560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2514691985620812560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2514691985620812560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2514691985620812560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-years-eve.html' title='Happy New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7094305078802727924</id><published>2011-12-28T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:45:01.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>'New Year's Day' Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodbye 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mad World - Gary Jules&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In The End - Linkin Park&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get It Right - Lea Michele&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Decode - Paramore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scars - Papa Roach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Part of Forever - Cee Lo Green&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How To Save a Life - The Fray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get Away - Rooney&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Long - Zooey Deschanel &amp;amp; M. Ward&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Will Remember You - Sarah Mclachlan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone Like You - Adele&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Firework - Katy Perry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's Not Your Fault - New Found Glory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;RENT - Seasons of Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strangled By The Thought - The New Amsterdams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Wish Impossible Things - The Cure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2012 - Jay Sean &amp;amp; Nicki Minaj&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Swell Window - Zee Avi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful Day - U2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viva Forever - Spice Girls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Use Somebody - Kings of Leon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Edge of Glory - Lady Gaga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time for Miracles - Adam Lambert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ku Impikan Bintang - Sean Ghazi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When The Sun Goes Down - Selena Gomez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-7094305078802727924?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7094305078802727924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7094305078802727924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7094305078802727924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7094305078802727924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-day-playlist.html' title='&apos;New Year&apos;s Day&apos; Playlist'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-5377693378170425940</id><published>2011-12-25T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:16:19.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2jm_hRM3U4/TvfCYGYFkFI/AAAAAAAAA60/09WTPznUiFg/s1600/383922_10151085121690722_555180721_22338898_197700034_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2jm_hRM3U4/TvfCYGYFkFI/AAAAAAAAA60/09WTPznUiFg/s400/383922_10151085121690722_555180721_22338898_197700034_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hope everyone had a wonderful one this year! Here's my Christmas playlist this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coldplay - Christmas Lights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joni Mitchell - River&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enya - And Winter Came&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damian McGinty - Blue Christmas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Josh Groban - It Came Upon a Midnight Clear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coldplay - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael Buble &amp;amp; Shania Twain - White Christmas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She and Him - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leighton Meester - Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kelly Clarkson - My Grown-Up Christmas List&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ - Silent Night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-5377693378170425940?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5377693378170425940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5377693378170425940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5377693378170425940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5377693378170425940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2jm_hRM3U4/TvfCYGYFkFI/AAAAAAAAA60/09WTPznUiFg/s72-c/383922_10151085121690722_555180721_22338898_197700034_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2717627520950227939</id><published>2011-12-18T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:48:35.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Everything Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="274" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjIErrcr75A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjIErrcr75A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="274" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The semester is almost over. We're on our 14th week, the final week before a week of revision, and then our finals start.&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I ready for the semester to end? Very much. This seems to be my worst semester ever in terms of study. I felt very demotivated, I skipped gym the entire half-year, and, truthfully, I'm glad 2011 is almost over as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Much things happened this semester, and in fact, this year, some of which I wish never happened, while some I wished I could have done better.&amp;nbsp;I didn't stick to any resolutions, surprise, surprise. But at least I lived life a little this year. I found a reason to both love and hate engineering, and I realised love is hard to come by if you're simply waiting for a miracle to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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What did I do this year anyway?&lt;br /&gt;
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- went to two concerts&lt;br /&gt;
- rode the pirate ship at a street carnival on a dare, twice. screamed my head off&lt;br /&gt;
- told some people about my secret. thankfully, they are still my friends&lt;br /&gt;
- someone actually&lt;i&gt; like like&lt;/i&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;
- finished a miniature of the Eiffel tower. that's as close to Paris as I'll ever get&lt;br /&gt;
- met amazing people during the Digi Challenge for Change. also learned a lot about business plans and pitching an idea&lt;br /&gt;
- got a mild depression during my birthday week, and eventually, the entire month of August&lt;br /&gt;
- got in touch with my lost kiddie side, thanks to Captain America&lt;br /&gt;
- learned a valuable lesson about friends and how the difference in lifestyle can create such a distance between a friendship&lt;br /&gt;
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There's more to this list, but it's best not to dwell on the past.&lt;br /&gt;
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As always, everything, good or bad, ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-2717627520950227939?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2717627520950227939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2717627520950227939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2717627520950227939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2717627520950227939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/12/everything-ends.html' title='Everything Ends'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-5474767447676773888</id><published>2011-12-12T04:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T04:36:46.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Unpredictable, That's Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls5y29KcIG1qihewjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls5y29KcIG1qihewjo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&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/7141086667091530994-5474767447676773888?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5474767447676773888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5474767447676773888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5474767447676773888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5474767447676773888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-unpredictable-thats-why.html' title='It&apos;s Unpredictable, That&apos;s Why'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1475879851475147050</id><published>2011-12-08T01:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:17:31.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Zee Avi's Homecoming Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onW6XtFMT0U/Tt-lwancoFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/4L3X3tdGGUM/s1600/CIMG3643+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onW6XtFMT0U/Tt-lwancoFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/4L3X3tdGGUM/s400/CIMG3643+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This post is long overdue, but better late than never.&amp;nbsp;I got the chance to attend my first concert ever-ish, and it's by homegrown-gone-international talent Zee Avi!&amp;nbsp;My friend won two tickets, so she invited me to come along with another two of our friends. We got there early; the ticket did say 8.00 pm.&amp;nbsp;We got through the door at around 8.30pm, the crowd was massive! Since we're free standing, we got the green band. Not important.&lt;br /&gt;
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What was important was the music. We got to listen to some songs by Reza Salleh (they played his CD before the show started. My friend asked the DJ whose song was playing). Then, by 9.00pm, the opening act, Narmi, came on and played some songs. He also did a cover of a Jason Mraz song. He's good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8IY7zHL_2Y/Tt-nqW3uSAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9gfQdpz_hb0/s1600/CIMG3666+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8IY7zHL_2Y/Tt-nqW3uSAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9gfQdpz_hb0/s400/CIMG3666+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His set finished at 10.00pm, and that was when Zee Avi's guitarist came in with a sape! That is like, so cool. One of my friend has a huge crush on him, and why not, he was shredding that sape like it was an electric guitar!&amp;nbsp;Finally, after two hours of waiting, the main act reveals herself! Zee Avi came on stage, acting all whimsical and stuff, and did her magic.&lt;br /&gt;
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She sang songs from her debut album, as well as her new one&lt;i&gt; Ghostbird&lt;/i&gt;, including&lt;i&gt; Swell Window&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Just You and Me&lt;/i&gt; (My personal fav), &lt;i&gt;Honey Bee, Concrete Wall,&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Bitter Heart&lt;/i&gt;. She pulled a few surprises, though. She sang &lt;i&gt;Siboh Kitak Nangis&lt;/i&gt;, as well as&lt;i&gt; Mee Kolok Sigek&lt;/i&gt;, which is only the second time she has performed this song. She also did a Mandarin number as a tribute to her mother. How sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;
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After two hours of wonderful music, she left the stage, and left us with an advice, that wherever we go, always remeber that we are a Sarawakian first, human second.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BG6OsZFqec/Tt-riljfqJI/AAAAAAAAA6U/EV3-Fpcmy1s/s1600/CIMG3716+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BG6OsZFqec/Tt-riljfqJI/AAAAAAAAA6U/EV3-Fpcmy1s/s400/CIMG3716+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you for the music, Zee! Come back again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1475879851475147050?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1475879851475147050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1475879851475147050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1475879851475147050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1475879851475147050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/12/zee-avis-homecoming-party.html' title='Zee Avi&apos;s Homecoming Party'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onW6XtFMT0U/Tt-lwancoFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/4L3X3tdGGUM/s72-c/CIMG3643+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4504757163047644912</id><published>2011-12-05T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:48:46.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s a sad sad sad life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>No Christmas For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="284" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uo3VwTBGrY8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uo3VwTBGrY8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="284" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey guys. Happy December!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's always my&amp;nbsp;favourite&amp;nbsp;time of the year! The Christmas spirit fills the air with joy, with people setting up fake Christmas trees everywhere and the start of the commercial Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year, it's not here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gov shifted the semester period a few months late, which means no holiday for December! Usually, we get December off, and everything starts back in January. Now, our finals are in January, and we get February off. Technically, this means I'll be busy this month. Totally screwing with my holiday spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks a lot, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still, as always, I'm the creative director for this year's Christmas tree these. I was thinking to go red this year. Last year, we paid tribute to music, I made paper vinyl records to hang on the tree, with some bearing photos of the family's music inspirations i.e. Spice Girls, The Beatles, Jim Reeves, Oasis, Elvis Presley, All Saints.&lt;br /&gt;
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That said, I guess there will be no Christmas for me this year. I'm kinda having financial trouble too, so I can't get presents for the family too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't wait for 2011 to just end already. It has been a sucky year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4504757163047644912?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4504757163047644912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4504757163047644912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4504757163047644912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4504757163047644912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-christmas-for-me.html' title='No Christmas For Me'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-314072178318813507</id><published>2011-12-04T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:07:58.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blank'/><title type='text'>Empty Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gM387jpMQ5Q/Ttshd3WYK6I/AAAAAAAAA5U/XvZVo42sKLM/s1600/o-window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gM387jpMQ5Q/Ttshd3WYK6I/AAAAAAAAA5U/XvZVo42sKLM/s1600/o-window.jpg" /&gt;&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/7141086667091530994-314072178318813507?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/314072178318813507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=314072178318813507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/314072178318813507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/314072178318813507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-hiatus.html' title='Empty Thoughts'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gM387jpMQ5Q/Ttshd3WYK6I/AAAAAAAAA5U/XvZVo42sKLM/s72-c/o-window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-6016130323282620513</id><published>2011-11-21T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T02:07:56.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Scars and Tribulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHbNU9WuVgw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHbNU9WuVgw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="355" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It has been a bad week. Really. The highlight of it all would be Wednesday. I skipped all my classes, as well as a mock debate and session. I was worried with everything, so I started to clean my room and&amp;nbsp;arrange&amp;nbsp;everything neatly. I clean when I'm worried or stressed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, something someone said about me and a bunch of us struck me real hard. I wouldn't say I have done an excellent job running things last year, so I do not deny the fact that I am, eventually, a slob.&amp;nbsp;But what struck me is that some words were said...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and they&amp;nbsp;were downright insulting and what I believe should not have come from someone so respectable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I don't brag of what I've done, but I admit to being an attention whore once in a while. It's part of being a Leo, I say. I do share my problems&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;others&amp;nbsp;if they are willing to hear me out, but at times, I believe I should just keep all &amp;nbsp;my troubles for myself. There's no use spreading pessimistic ideas around, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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From that day on, I've been feeling so down, and nothing worked. Add that to weeks of weak progress of my workload due to no motivation, and you have the&amp;nbsp;recipe&amp;nbsp;of disaster... or at least, lots of sleepness nights and hairfalls.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look, I'm not trying to blame anyone or point fingers. I's rather not let my emotions write itself down, or control my&amp;nbsp;fingers&amp;nbsp;on a&amp;nbsp;keyboard, but what I can&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;say that no one can see through another person's scars or go through another person's tribulation unless you've walked a mile in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not&amp;nbsp;saying&amp;nbsp;I'm perfect, and yes, I deserve a push to&amp;nbsp;jump start&amp;nbsp;things, but at times, you lose it. It spirals out of control, and there's nothing you can stop.&amp;nbsp;I believe that action speaks louder than words, and that's why this blog post doesn't speak volumes. It's more like what my emotions would look like when it's all in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm sorry that all of that have to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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One last thing: &lt;i&gt;did my back hurt your knife&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-6016130323282620513?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/6016130323282620513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=6016130323282620513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6016130323282620513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6016130323282620513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/11/scars-and-tribulations.html' title='Scars and Tribulations'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-5967204049175273350</id><published>2011-11-12T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:36:20.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QSaAWGPtYUk/Tr1dBM4G2RI/AAAAAAAAA40/Wa3bAiNBYto/s1600/tumblr_luh7avV6KA1r0vw55o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QSaAWGPtYUk/Tr1dBM4G2RI/AAAAAAAAA40/Wa3bAiNBYto/s400/tumblr_luh7avV6KA1r0vw55o1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&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/7141086667091530994-5967204049175273350?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5967204049175273350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5967204049175273350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5967204049175273350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5967204049175273350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/11/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QSaAWGPtYUk/Tr1dBM4G2RI/AAAAAAAAA40/Wa3bAiNBYto/s72-c/tumblr_luh7avV6KA1r0vw55o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-6986877970740082831</id><published>2011-11-12T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:03:35.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><title type='text'>All They Needed Was Chalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="274" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lb9X5jMofEo" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sky could be blue, I don't mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without you it's a waste of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could be blue I don't mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without you it's a waste of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sky could be blue could be gray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without you I just slide away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sky could be blue, I don't mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without you it's a waste of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-6986877970740082831?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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This blog post is long overdue. Haven't got any stable internet in a while, but when I do, I don't feel like posting.&lt;br /&gt;
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The post is divided into two; giving up, and letting go.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll let go first. As of today, I'm no longer in charge of the debating society. Thsi means that my level of commitment has lowered. Honestly, I'm relieved that I don't have much to do around here anymore, but somehow I feel like I'm letting go one of the the best things in my life. There's that bit of me that makes me fell that I am now insignificant. I guess that's the Leo part of me speaking; desperately seeking for attention yet complain about the extra burden. So I guess I'm kinda glad that it's all over for me. Now I have to find another source of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm worried about one thing: that I won't be with my friends anymore, at least as often as we did. It's kinda like debate brought us together, and now that medium is gone, I don't know what's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have separation issues, OK. I hate that feeling that tells me that people always leave.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, there's the giving up part. It's been a while since I've been myself. For 8 weeks, I've been dragging myself through my studies. I'm not sure what I have been doing all this time. True, I've done what I'm supposed to do, study and all. But it seems I'm doing little progress to improve myself. It's like I'm doing all this to get a degree ... and that's it. Nothing more. What the hell am I doing with my life, I don't know. It doesn't hlp that I am occasionally sleep-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm also disappointed with myself. I'll be extending my studies for a year. I'm sad because all my friends are graduating. They are already planning that they would get their robes early and take photos around campus before anyone else does. I can't fault them for getting excited. They deserve to get excited about finishing their studies and getting a degree. I guess I'm just stupid in some sense. I just hope I can handle the lonliness when they are no longer around with me. I'm gonna be one of those people who just walks alone in campus without anyone calling up and say 'Wanna watch a movie tonight?' or something. I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for that. I'm trying to avoid socialising too often so that when the time comes, I'll be ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh look, there goes the attention-seeking side of me again, speaking out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, honestly, I don't know anymore. My roommate keep telling me not to lose myself, but I think I'm am. I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4046324000890747763?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4046324000890747763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4046324000890747763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4046324000890747763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4046324000890747763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-up-letting-go.html' title='Giving Up, Letting Go'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2879427925390388251</id><published>2011-10-31T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:01:00.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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If I were to have one. One of the best song ever written, IMHO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-5912828074447040419?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5912828074447040419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5912828074447040419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5912828074447040419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5912828074447040419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-lifes-theme-song.html' title='My Life&apos;s Theme Song'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-3427456290092518157</id><published>2011-10-18T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T03:40:36.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='startup weekend'/><title type='text'>The Weekend of StartUps</title><content type='html'>I've never seen myself as a business type of person, true story. So, when my friend persuaded me to tag along for the &lt;i&gt;StartUp Weekend/DiGi Challenge For Change&lt;/i&gt;, I didn't think much of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Was I ever wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the purpose of anonymity, my friends shall be given the codenames of Kate, Caesar, and Zee ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, this post shall be separated from the other posts due to its happy content.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I have to say that my weekend was spent quite well. I mean, it did take away the three days of the only rest days I have, or at least, my assignment-finishing-up days. I didn't expect to enjoy it in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Friday evening, it starts. It was awkward at first, since the only table left for us when we got into the hall was this small lonely-looking table. We took that and named it 'The Most Awesome Table Ever'. Then, the intro was given by Emily (who intro-ed the program to us during my tutorial class), who then&amp;nbsp;intro-ed us to the guy-in-charge, Jason (all the way from New Zealand, where they&amp;nbsp;filmed&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt; :D ). Then we were given short talks by industry experts. After that, we did some ice-breakers, you know, the usual stuff. After that, the fun part began.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone was given a chance to pitch their ideas for the Social Venture. I proposed a project on preserving languages. There were some very cool ideas. My favs were the tribal-music/modern-music fusion (very cool) and giving light to the poor (I told the girl who proposed this that her idea is very good). Zee&amp;nbsp;pitch&amp;nbsp;one about keeping culture, while Kate pitched one about blogging. Then we all got to vote for everyone's ideas. Who would have guessed both mine and Zee's made it to the top 7 (or 8? 9? Can't remember)! Yay us!&lt;br /&gt;
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But since we're already in one team, we decided to mash the idea together. Mine can be a side project to hers, so it was all cool. Did I mention Kate was given the card of Cyril Dason, THE owner of Sarawak Bloggers? Yeah, she did. It was like meeting a celebrity ;) Oh yea, we got to meet cool people too, like Pierce (from Sarawak Social Media Association) and Maclean Patrick (a columnist and founder of non-profit org, Barefoot Mercy)&lt;br /&gt;
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And our team name? The Very Far East Movement. I blame Kate :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Moving on, Saturday. An entire day at HEP. Seriously, staying too long confined in a space can make you go crazy, if the pressure of doing your best doesn't get to you first. We spent about ... 12 hours or so developing our idea. We ran a poll on Facebook, and most people want the pua kumbu. Market validation! (learned new term!) Then, industry experts came to meet us and talked to us. Our ideas evolved from something simple to something incredible.&lt;br /&gt;
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it's basically this: sell authentic pua kumbu, open workshops, R&amp;amp;D language -&amp;gt; sell authentic, make contemporary,&amp;nbsp;open workshops,&amp;nbsp;R&amp;amp;D language&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;gt; sell authentic, make contemporary, make iPhone skins,&amp;nbsp;open workshops,R&amp;amp;D language&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;gt; sell authentic, make contemporary, make skins, open workshops, make exhibitions,R&amp;amp;D language&amp;nbsp;-&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;sell authentic, make contemporary, make skins, open workshops, make exhibitions,R&amp;amp;D language with apps and vocab list&lt;br /&gt;
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That took a day to develop, and it wasn't easy. So many questions, not enough solutions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, we had a mock pitch. Everything was already in order, but we still have much flaws. After the day was over, Maclean pulled us to the side and asked us to do more research and dig deeper. So we did. We dug, and we re-researched, we planned the budget.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually, we all decided to drop the end idea and went back to the basic one. That's right. We threw a whole day's work out the freshly-cleaned-and-polished glass window.&lt;br /&gt;
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Somehow, after that, our hearts (and mind) settled. We got our focus back before everything spins out of control.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, on Sunday, we went back to basics, and ironed out our idea. I went home the previous night to take one of the few pua kumbu I have hanging at home (a normal, non-taboo version). We used the questions thrown at us since Friday till Saturday to rebuild our project. Zee and I presented the final pitch in 2 minutes and 34 seconds (we timed), with only one slide and the pua kumbu sample.&lt;br /&gt;
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We didn't win the seed funding.We did, however, got much compliments for our presentation. That's enough of a win for me :)&lt;br /&gt;
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So, yeah, that's how I spent my weekend. I met really cool people (you know who you are! I'm following all of y'all on Twitter), learned many, many new things (mainly about social ventures and making money), and gained some connections (we got many business cards which may be of use later).&lt;br /&gt;
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Chances are we're not moving forward with our plan for now, but the blog is still up and running.&amp;nbsp;If you're reading this, and want to follow up on us or even help us spread the word, check out &lt;i&gt;http://pua-kumbu.tumblr.com&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-3427456290092518157?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/3427456290092518157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=3427456290092518157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3427456290092518157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3427456290092518157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-of-startups.html' title='The Weekend of StartUps'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2747184514837596400</id><published>2011-10-13T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:50:00.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings on the wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='originals'/><title type='text'>Want and Need II</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzwyfhgIoxI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzwyfhgIoxI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="355" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I want attention&lt;br /&gt;
I want peace&lt;br /&gt;
I want people to like me&lt;br /&gt;
I want to do things I love&lt;br /&gt;
I want to sleep more&lt;br /&gt;
I want to paint&lt;br /&gt;
I want to sing&lt;br /&gt;
I want to love&lt;br /&gt;
I want to do many things&lt;br /&gt;
I want to dance&lt;br /&gt;
I want to get drunk&lt;br /&gt;
I want to kiss someone&lt;br /&gt;
I want a perfect life&lt;br /&gt;
I want more money to spend&lt;br /&gt;
I want to buy things&lt;br /&gt;
I want a new phone&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to get out of this place&lt;br /&gt;
I need to get a life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-2747184514837596400?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2747184514837596400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2747184514837596400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2747184514837596400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2747184514837596400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/10/want-and-need-ii.html' title='Want and Need II'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2818476529187482972</id><published>2011-10-08T13:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:26:23.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>The Man and The Third Apple to Change Mankind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UF8uR6Z6KLc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UF8uR6Z6KLc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7141086667091530994-2818476529187482972?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2818476529187482972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2818476529187482972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2818476529187482972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2818476529187482972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/10/man-and-third-apple-to-change-mankind.html' title='The Man and The Third Apple to Change Mankind'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2124048582799231658</id><published>2011-10-08T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T10:08:30.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Stupid and Probably Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywjMtZH5Cls?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywjMtZH5Cls?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Stupid. I have been very stupid lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The semester has begun, and I'm felling rather stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;First, there are the classes. I'll be extending for at least a year (knock on wood), due to me repeating subjects. Because I'm repeating subjects, I can't take some Year 4 core subs. It's killing me inside because it means that I would have to work to pay for the semester. Chances are my parents won't let me, but I would have no choice. I do have to re-think the option though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Second, my finances are diminishing at an alarming rate. I'm overspending and going out almost every night, just to escape reality. This scares me. I have lots of work to do, give or take. There's the final year project, and the integrated design project, and both would need major attention. It's only been week 4 and I can't seem to regain my balance to study. I just can't take it all in. It didn't help that my dad confessed (or revealed, sorta) that when I was applying for university, he chose to not see the side of me that likes art, rather pushing me to take a science-based course. Why? Because it would be a waste of my high school and matriculation studies I don't. Now, I'm having a hard time coping. I don't blame him. I blame myself for not being able to stand up for myself back then. Maybe I would have gotten something I would like, but it seems that it was not meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Third, I'm just disappointed at myself. All those things I promised I would be this semester is not materializing. I said I would take regular jogs or walk, I hardly do. I said I would save money, also hardly. I said I would be more outspoken, I sorta am, but not enough. Let's just say that I'm still waiting for a miracle that won’t ever happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And now, the dark(er) side of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I never ruled out suicide as an option. Clearly this statement is just to attract attention. I am a Leo, after all. Here's something I never told. Back in high school, I attended this program, and we were asked to write our names in a circle. Then, write 'family', 'friend', and whoever in circles around us. The closest to us would have their circle nearer. Naturally, I drew all my circles closely. Then, the instructor asked me a few questions, and my respond about my parents include ' I don't like to burden them'. Then, she asked me to remove a circle, and it can be anyone. I took myself out, and she commented 'wouldn’t that trouble your parents, then?’ Naturally, I was taken aback, and decided to take my friends out. Sorry, guys. The moral is that, though I would like to leave this world as it is now, I can't seem to bring myself to do it. Is it God that's telling me not to? Or just my subconscious making me think things I should have not? Either way, I'm a total screw-up. And stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Seriously, I'm too young for a midlife crisis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I really don't know what I am doing with my life. I'm lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-2124048582799231658?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2124048582799231658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2124048582799231658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2124048582799231658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2124048582799231658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/10/stupid-and-probably-crazy.html' title='Stupid and Probably Crazy'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4972863721574754345</id><published>2011-09-25T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:56:38.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coincidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><title type='text'>God, Is That You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPUY0cGVrGg/Tn4nwvB_xpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NchpS0orCoY/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPUY0cGVrGg/Tn4nwvB_xpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NchpS0orCoY/s1600/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Either God's really controlling this &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/godwantsyouprod/"&gt;Facebook app&lt;/a&gt;, or it's just a coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4972863721574754345?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4972863721574754345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4972863721574754345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4972863721574754345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4972863721574754345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/09/god-is-that-you.html' title='God, Is That You?'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPUY0cGVrGg/Tn4nwvB_xpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NchpS0orCoY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7738257050453558978</id><published>2011-09-25T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:46:15.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unwell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>A Disastrous Afterthought</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6qmV-hH3Kk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6qmV-hH3Kk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You know that I only blog when I'm all down in the dumps. Well, it's one of those days again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Technically, it was a few days ago. It was during our&amp;nbsp;Integrated&amp;nbsp;Design Project (IDP) class, and we're working on a soon-to-be-real project. Supposedly it's easier than previous years, but that's not what struck me. My lecturer said something along the lines of "If you don't know how to work this, then might as well don't graduate".&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt an arrow going through my pink, wretched heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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So her statement wasn't targeting anyone specifically, but somehow I felt something inside me that made me wanna quit my studies right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I couldn't. I would have wasted 3 years of my life. Then again, I already have, studying something I&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;very little interest in. Then I started to think about the future. Y'know, after I graduate, will I get a job? Am I going to be an engineer or just a person with an&amp;nbsp;engineering&amp;nbsp;degree? Will I ever be good at SOMETHING?&lt;br /&gt;
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It's no wonder why I'm a loner/socially awkward. Oh, a little side-note, I think that there's a chance of me having &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoid_personality_disorder"&gt;Schizoid personality disorder&lt;/a&gt;, but that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's just hope I can get through this and learn something, and try to blend in better. I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever have permanent friends as well... but I'll save that for another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-7738257050453558978?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7738257050453558978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7738257050453558978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7738257050453558978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7738257050453558978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/09/disastrous-afterthought.html' title='A Disastrous Afterthought'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4911200120328456564</id><published>2011-09-18T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:16:24.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzDfDeMWOmo/TnXq_csA-PI/AAAAAAAAA4E/hy1bJ2cioTo/s1600/tumblr_lpisalKqup1qhj0ljo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzDfDeMWOmo/TnXq_csA-PI/AAAAAAAAA4E/hy1bJ2cioTo/s1600/tumblr_lpisalKqup1qhj0ljo1_500.gif" /&gt;&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/7141086667091530994-4911200120328456564?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4911200120328456564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4911200120328456564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4911200120328456564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4911200120328456564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/09/please.html' title=''/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzDfDeMWOmo/TnXq_csA-PI/AAAAAAAAA4E/hy1bJ2cioTo/s72-c/tumblr_lpisalKqup1qhj0ljo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-8204641032278683751</id><published>2011-09-12T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:48:30.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Going Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVz0IGfcRXg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVz0IGfcRXg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Summer is over, which means I'm heading back to campus for another year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thrilled? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know, really. After a summer that was both depressing and exciting, I'm a little anxious to go back to meet my friends again. Four months of little social interaction brings out the socially awkward&amp;nbsp;penguin&amp;nbsp;from within me. I find myself more&amp;nbsp;comfortable&amp;nbsp;being in front of my one true love, my laptop, as well as listening to the sound of my heartbeat, my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;
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Throughout summer, I didn't have a goal. I don't plan for anything, but I tried to make the most out of it. Once my internship is over, it was total freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet, I didn't feel happy. I find myself feeling more down than ever. Notice I didn't blog much last month, nor is my Facebook wall very active. I spent most of my summer on Tumblr, and it was the best summer I had thanks to the people I follow.&lt;br /&gt;
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It might be rude for me to neglect my other friends. I do meet up with my university friends or call or text or tweet, but it's my high school friends who let me down this time around. I'm afraid I can't explain further here, it's a little bit too personal, something I bet most people won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I did experience a milestone in my life. I baked. My first? Macaroons. It' wasn't perfect, and took me three times to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I dread facing my studies again especially now when I am not ready to. Perhaps this time it's not the subjects, but the place. Four years with ever-changing rules can make you sick and disgusted. I truly am not quite disgusted, but sick, yes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope your summer was better than mine. Fall is coming, and then Winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-8204641032278683751?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/8204641032278683751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=8204641032278683751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8204641032278683751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8204641032278683751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-back.html' title='Going Back'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2591040958698269004</id><published>2011-09-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:13:49.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>When I Say I'm Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFZbH2XrCb8/TmTKuPGbzuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/q8vwngE6e8o/s1600/tumblr_lqyvt93Lxv1qbmf8z.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFZbH2XrCb8/TmTKuPGbzuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/q8vwngE6e8o/s1600/tumblr_lqyvt93Lxv1qbmf8z.gif" /&gt;&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/7141086667091530994-2591040958698269004?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2591040958698269004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2591040958698269004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2591040958698269004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2591040958698269004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-i-say-im-happy.html' title='When I Say I&apos;m Happy'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFZbH2XrCb8/TmTKuPGbzuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/q8vwngE6e8o/s72-c/tumblr_lqyvt93Lxv1qbmf8z.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-476469966714058989</id><published>2011-08-25T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:04:29.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>20 Years Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qofx5-_-l8I/TlYr1Rww0uI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9qNUsaBRgZo/s1600/tumblr_lqh32tglJQ1qlt9puo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qofx5-_-l8I/TlYr1Rww0uI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9qNUsaBRgZo/s1600/tumblr_lqh32tglJQ1qlt9puo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-476469966714058989?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/476469966714058989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=476469966714058989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/476469966714058989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/476469966714058989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/08/20-years-left.html' title='20 Years Left'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qofx5-_-l8I/TlYr1Rww0uI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9qNUsaBRgZo/s72-c/tumblr_lqh32tglJQ1qlt9puo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7287661122459430736</id><published>2011-08-19T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:44:32.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Head in the Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZTpLvsYYHw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZTpLvsYYHw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I think I spend too much time living in my fantasy/made-up world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Should I blame all the fiction books I read? Or is that my social awkwardness has lead me in a life where I imagine stuff to be real when it's not?&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps it's all the fanfic and role-playing sites I often log in to. But those are so much fun to read, I can stay on them for hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe it's a way for me to escape my good-but-mundane life to a life more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's weird, but I have this thought that maybe I should take a chance and make my own music, but I'm not motivated enough for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously, all this life dilemmas is my version of First World Problems, where we can't ever be satisfied with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need therapy, but I can't. I can't afford it. Maybe I should just remain in this life and rot to death.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pardon the dark, depressed tone of this. Happens sometimes, y'know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-7287661122459430736?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7287661122459430736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7287661122459430736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7287661122459430736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7287661122459430736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/08/head-in-clouds.html' title='Head in the Clouds'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-6452180465004721316</id><published>2011-08-17T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:45:12.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>She Found Love. That Makes One of Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9YMU0WeBwU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9YMU0WeBwU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-6452180465004721316?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/6452180465004721316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=6452180465004721316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6452180465004721316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6452180465004721316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-found-love-that-makes-one-of-us.html' title='She Found Love. That Makes One of Us.'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1393152568931286357</id><published>2011-08-15T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:56:20.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>How I'm Spending My Holiday So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX2rFezQf3s/TkkXM-TTNQI/AAAAAAAAA3M/7TJs-iCVa8E/s1600/tumblr_lppdesn6hW1qle6h7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX2rFezQf3s/TkkXM-TTNQI/AAAAAAAAA3M/7TJs-iCVa8E/s1600/tumblr_lppdesn6hW1qle6h7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1393152568931286357?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1393152568931286357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1393152568931286357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1393152568931286357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1393152568931286357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-im-spending-my-holiday-so-far.html' title='How I&apos;m Spending My Holiday So Far'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX2rFezQf3s/TkkXM-TTNQI/AAAAAAAAA3M/7TJs-iCVa8E/s72-c/tumblr_lppdesn6hW1qle6h7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1787992950116185832</id><published>2011-08-14T13:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:30:13.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='22'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Thank You, Well-Wishers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6QXJ1-Dabg/Tkdd2EZeC8I/AAAAAAAAA20/wIb0CDJlEYw/s1600/8824501215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6QXJ1-Dabg/Tkdd2EZeC8I/AAAAAAAAA20/wIb0CDJlEYw/s320/8824501215.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've been trying to find a right song to thank y'all for remembering my birthday, but I can't. Apparently, my music library and knowledge is weaker than I thought. Thus, I'm expressing my gratitude with multiple GIFs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for the tweets, text messages, and Facebook message.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and those who don't remember...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Much love to you all who did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, wuv.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And remember: Who's awesome? You're awesome :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To: Apple, Faz, Ven, Alex, Ting, Monique, Steph, Prema, Bry, Mathew, Sharon, Nor, Vyna, Lee, and my family &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RUScb1-9ChY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RUScb1-9ChY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it ain't that big, since it's practically the age of young adulthood (21) and the quarter-a-century age (25).&lt;br /&gt;
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So... yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4131034813554855040?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4131034813554855040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4131034813554855040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4131034813554855040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4131034813554855040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-2-2.html' title='The Big 2-2'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7978272768212752275</id><published>2011-08-12T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T01:26:43.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Ain't No Singing at My Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lprxkmXB7R1qfjjglo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lprxkmXB7R1qfjjglo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&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/7141086667091530994-7978272768212752275?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7978272768212752275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7978272768212752275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7978272768212752275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7978272768212752275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/08/aint-no-singing-at-my-party.html' title='Ain&apos;t No Singing at My Party'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1794816750906182275</id><published>2011-08-09T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:53:56.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not there. I do not sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a thousand winds that blow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the diamond glints on snow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the sunlight on ripened grain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the gentle autumn rain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you awaken in the morning's hush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the swift uplifting rush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of quiet birds in circled flight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the soft stars that shine at night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not there. I did not die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_stand_at_my_grave_and_weep"&gt;Mary Elizabeth Frye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1794816750906182275?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1794816750906182275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1794816750906182275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1794816750906182275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1794816750906182275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep.html' title='Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-328485215640828040</id><published>2011-08-08T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T13:38:44.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings on the wall'/><title type='text'>Best Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGw__5yUm4E/Tj9qEBjU-wI/AAAAAAAAA2E/R6hqXi3lMKc/s1600/tumblr_lkqfirDVjs1qbkmtho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGw__5yUm4E/Tj9qEBjU-wI/AAAAAAAAA2E/R6hqXi3lMKc/s640/tumblr_lkqfirDVjs1qbkmtho1_500.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-328485215640828040?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/328485215640828040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=328485215640828040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/328485215640828040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/328485215640828040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-things.html' title='Best Things'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGw__5yUm4E/Tj9qEBjU-wI/AAAAAAAAA2E/R6hqXi3lMKc/s72-c/tumblr_lkqfirDVjs1qbkmtho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-3130594026250481918</id><published>2011-07-31T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:00:16.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August'/><title type='text'>12 Days to 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUQvRX6xTX8/TjZO9Y7qCmI/AAAAAAAAA14/_Qz9KXKHDB0/s1600/tumblr_lp6i5bBrCS1qbwbedo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUQvRX6xTX8/TjZO9Y7qCmI/AAAAAAAAA14/_Qz9KXKHDB0/s400/tumblr_lp6i5bBrCS1qbwbedo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-3130594026250481918?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/3130594026250481918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=3130594026250481918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3130594026250481918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3130594026250481918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/07/12-days-to-22.html' title='12 Days to 22'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUQvRX6xTX8/TjZO9Y7qCmI/AAAAAAAAA14/_Qz9KXKHDB0/s72-c/tumblr_lp6i5bBrCS1qbwbedo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-5597853115050766081</id><published>2011-07-28T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:21:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality of Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnzxgce1uu1qlwe4co1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnzxgce1uu1qlwe4co1_500.png" /&gt;&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/7141086667091530994-5597853115050766081?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5597853115050766081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5597853115050766081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5597853115050766081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5597853115050766081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/07/reality-of-fear.html' title='Reality of Fear'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-714043446453383566</id><published>2011-07-26T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:08:07.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings on the wall'/><title type='text'>Want and Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loxvqqxBCc1qcxieko1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loxvqqxBCc1qcxieko1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want are true friends like Harry has Ron and Hermione&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is for someone who would be there for me&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is to have more money than I can spend&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is a degree so I can work&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is more time&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is motivation&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want are skills&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is dedication&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is talent&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is inspiration&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is happiness&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is self-discovery&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is a life&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is to find the meaning behind it first&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is a rockin' body&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is exercise&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is to complain less&lt;br /&gt;
What I need to do is solve problems&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is freedom&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is closure&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is charm&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is confidence&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is love and romance&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is self-assurance&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want is to be brave&lt;br /&gt;
What I need is courage&lt;br /&gt;
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What I want to be is a grown-up&lt;br /&gt;
What I need to be is myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-714043446453383566?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/714043446453383566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=714043446453383566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/714043446453383566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/714043446453383566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/07/want-and-need.html' title='Want and Need'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-8005744434982663003</id><published>2011-07-22T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:15:25.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='industrial training'/><title type='text'>The Internship Survival Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="367" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0EgRhYuSFk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0EgRhYuSFk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="367" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a short guide, by me, to help you get through your internship/industrial training/practical. Well, no one asked for it, but I was bored, so here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Know your stuff&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The whole point of this is to train you for your potential future even-if-you-don't-want-it career. Learn as much as you can and don't limit yourself. Show them what you're made off; let your supervisor know you think too much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Examine the situation and react accordingly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Now that you're in an office situation, see how everything is. Check out how many people that are close to your age, and try to make friends with them. They should understand you. If your place has more people in the late 40's, make friends too, but keep caution. Try to avoid office gossip, unless they share it with you. Also, don't feel hurt if no one invites you to join them for lunch, even if you are already there for 10 weeks. But chances are, by week 3, they would have. Depends on how friendly they are with you and vice-versa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Have allies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Again, make friends with the right people as well as the wrong. You get both sides of the story if anything goes wrong in any case. Also, they may give your free stuff or share some stories about the company before you came in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Avoid social networing during work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Practically the only form of venting that you have. Make your Facebook wall private, lock your Twitter, etc. You do not want your supervisor to be reading all them tweets you posted (tweeted?) during your internship. It might offend them, reflect badly on you, and ruins their good judgement of you. Alternatively, no status updates or don't tweet during work hours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Talk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;There are two level: talk when asked to/provoked/required, and talk whenever you feel like it. Both ways are essential to encourage communication. Try not to talk too much though. They might find you annoying. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Make yourself likeable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Greet or smile at the staff. Try not to step on anyone's toe before your last day, or ever, for that matter. Answer questions honestly, but lie when you have to for the sake of others. &amp;nbsp;Do try to win other people's heart. You do not want to be remembered as the trainee that cuased the company to go downhill. Again, don't gossip.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Be on time, unless stated otherwise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Some places doesn't require you to clock in, or to 'punch card'. So, if you're as lazy as I was to go to work, at least try to make it by 8:10 am max. 8:00 am if fantastic if you can make it. 8:20am is just being tardy, and that's bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Have your headphones ready&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Two purposes: music, and eavesdropping. Sometimes, when the office gets quiet, you need entertainment. Music helps. If the office staff gets chatty, and their chat is not meant for you to hear, put them on, then eavesdrop if you wish to. If you don't, then turn up the music.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Convince others you are as normal as they are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Don't do weird things (i.e. what you do at home when no one's looking) at work. Join in the conversation if asked to, and go with the flow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. Hidden talents are meant to be hidden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Well, that depends. If you have an eye for design, make it subtle. When you see the design guy around, casually mention something like "Hey, this looks great! But I would prefer a better colour palette". This hints that you can offer help. Just try not to come off as a show-off. If you have Google-ing skills, however, then don't bother to expose it. Makes stalking easier (stalking not encouraged).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, this all applies only if you stay in the office for the most of your training*. If you're on site (for engineers), then I guess only Rules 1,2,5,6, and 7 applies to you*.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*results may vary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-8005744434982663003?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/8005744434982663003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=8005744434982663003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8005744434982663003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8005744434982663003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/07/internship-survival-guide.html' title='The Internship Survival Guide'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4551252346635403444</id><published>2011-07-17T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:23:09.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>All Was Well</title><content type='html'>10 years after the first movie came out, Harry Potter's story finally ends; and it's a bittersweet goodbye for Potterheads.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love Harry Potter, so it would be difficult not to compare Deathly Hallows Part 2 with the source novel. One thing's for sure, the movie is a bit more dramatic than the book.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even so, the movie does have flaws like some of the previous films. Let's start at the basic.&lt;br /&gt;
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But first, a standing ovation for the entire series *applause*&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;[POSSIBLE SPOILERS: You have been warned]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Storyline. Given it's a 'part two' , we're immediately thrown into the action, with a little bit of plot continuation before that. That said, the movie has quite a fast pace, not giving much time to breathe. I wonder if the movie would be more meaningful if they didn't split it, instead make a 4 hour movie. Then again, that would be too long to sit through. I also felt like there wasn't enough emotion in all this (David Yates did explain in an interview that Part 1 was more intimate, while Part 2 is more action). Everything else was great, as they stayed almost true to the novel's sequencing. &amp;nbsp;Finally, the half-blind Gringotts has a breed: the Ukrainian Ironbelly. This wasn't in the book.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was, however, disappointed at some points. I was quite disappointed with the ending. I felt the book ending was more meaningful. The final showdown scene between Harry and Voldemort in the books also (sorta) make more sense that the movie. But, like I said, the movie makes everything more dramatic and more explosive. Some well-known quotes (like Neville's "I'll join you when hell freezes over") were ommited, but at least they included Molly's best line ever. Fred's, Lupin's, and Tonks' death was also not as heart-wrenching as expected.&lt;br /&gt;
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Effects. The usual (jets of lights from wands, explosions, magical creatures, Patronus, etc) were excellent. The best effects were the guards coming alive and when Hogwart's magical protective sheild was formed. Looked so, so amazing. The score was also amazing and well-placed.&lt;br /&gt;
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The use of 3D wasn't really necessary. However, true Potterheads would want to catch this in 3D; it immerses you into the story and brings you closer into Harry's fight as well as Hogwarts :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Acting. A standing ovation for everyone. They brought these characters to life 10 years ago, and still manage to amaze us 10 years later. Why none of the actors get an Oscar or Golden Globe nom is beyond my understanding. Hopefully, with this last one, at least a few of them would get some.&lt;br /&gt;
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Best: Fred and George on the balcony; Gringotts; &amp;nbsp;Neville's speech, King's Cross, the Prince's tale (Snape's memory), the entire battle scene including Harry and Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;
Bad: Hardly any&lt;br /&gt;
Stars: 4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QyVil0dwhk"&gt;Oasis - Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vDjOv_B4Gk"&gt;Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls - End of an Era&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oextk-If8HQ"&gt;Keane - Somewhere Only We Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-KsutWy3UU"&gt;Coldplay - Moving to Mars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCNHVMIYqiA"&gt;John Williams - Hedwig's Theme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BW9Fzwuf43c"&gt;Adele - Hometown Glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfGX7qiXB8w"&gt;Frank Turner &amp;nbsp;- Nights Become Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U3w_zpiWSE"&gt;The Cast - Auld Lang Syne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRWMvj-oimk"&gt;The Choirboys - Tears in Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaT86mk9gj8"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekb92EUUeQg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peter von Poehl - The Story of the Impossible&lt;/i&gt;&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/7141086667091530994-220415432589866272?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/220415432589866272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=220415432589866272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/220415432589866272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/220415432589866272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-finale-playlist.html' title='The &apos;Harry Potter Finale&apos; Playlist'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YC9JtG7LhaM/Th1AAK-PYmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/aSTpCKinPDc/s72-c/HPDH2_gif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-9040923840993118509</id><published>2011-07-13T08:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:01:33.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Tonight, My Journey to Hogwarts Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STJT8PA32ak/Th0KcM-C35I/AAAAAAAAA1c/4XIHiHTQC2k/s1600/tumblr_lmhhqbJ2PT1qhd14co1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STJT8PA32ak/Th0KcM-C35I/AAAAAAAAA1c/4XIHiHTQC2k/s400/tumblr_lmhhqbJ2PT1qhd14co1_500.gif" width="359" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wrote this a few years ago. Can't remember my state of mind then. Just trying my skills in storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;He stood there, clutching a note in his hand. He did not know if it was the right thing to do. Giving up on love, life, friends, family. He looks up. A rope made from bedsheets hung from the ceiling; he made it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;He grabbed a low stool and&amp;nbsp;placed&amp;nbsp;it beneath the rope. Hesitating, he sat on it, rather than standing on it. He sat there, thinking of all the storm he went through.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was never happy with life, always making people happy&amp;nbsp;rather&amp;nbsp;than himself. He likes that he makes people smile. He never got anything back, and he didn't mind. He tried to remember his happiest day, but got sad when nothing materialised in his memory. He snapped up and looked around his room. Memories are everywhere, but none remained in his mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;He thought about his parents; what would they say, how would they feel. They were proud of him, neevr once thought if he was happy. They were, at least, and that mattered to him the most.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;He thought about love; nothing. He never&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;love aside from his parents'. He was a loner, hardly the social butterfly but always the wallflower. He didn't blame anyone for it; it was all him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finally, he stood up. He climbed on the stool and dropped the note onto his bed below. He looked up and asked God to forgive him for what he was about to do. He grabbed the makeshift rope and fashioned a noose. He placed his head through the loop and said his last prayer. Then he kicked the chair away. Gravity acted so quickly that he didn't have much time to even see his life flash him by. He didn't bother to struggle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then, an eerie silence; a stillness in the air.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-7487000149919717258?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7487000149919717258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7487000149919717258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7487000149919717258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7487000149919717258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/07/straitjacket-feeling.html' title='Straitjacket Feeling'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-3590148323371660359</id><published>2011-07-07T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:48:02.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>In One Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm09aRRx9jc/ThW2Lp3AlvI/AAAAAAAAA08/2g-9ZJCj_gY/s1600/269737_246650948693916_182893218403023_1054797_3023743_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm09aRRx9jc/ThW2Lp3AlvI/AAAAAAAAA08/2g-9ZJCj_gY/s400/269737_246650948693916_182893218403023_1054797_3023743_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eeyore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winnie the pooh'/><title type='text'>From Pooh's Thotful Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="286"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2CD3yF-qiM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2CD3yF-qiM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="286" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="286"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGrK98ZCl0I?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGrK98ZCl0I?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="286" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-5486989615480818768?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5486989615480818768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5486989615480818768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5486989615480818768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5486989615480818768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-poohs-thotful-spot.html' title='From Pooh&apos;s Thotful Spot'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-5849093058495343662</id><published>2011-06-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:50:35.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From childhood's hour I have not been&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As others were; I have not seen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As others saw; I could not bring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My passions from a common spring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the same source I have not taken&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My sorrow; I could not awaken&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart to joy at the same tone;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all I loved, I loved alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then- in my childhood, in the dawn&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of a most stormy life- was drawn&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From every depth of good and ill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The mystery which binds me still:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the torrent, or the fountain,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the red cliff of the mountain,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the sun that round me rolled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In its autumn tint of gold,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the lightning in the sky&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As it passed me flying by,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the thunder and the storm,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the cloud that took the form&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(When the rest of Heaven was blue)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of a demon in my view.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ &lt;/i&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-5849093058495343662?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5849093058495343662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5849093058495343662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5849093058495343662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5849093058495343662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/06/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-3020240373367111186</id><published>2011-06-22T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:16:23.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><title type='text'>The 'Final Days' Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marion Raven - End Of Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lady Gaga - Hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lady Gaga - The Edge of Glory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Rasmus - F-F-F-Falling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ronan Keating - If Tomorrow Never Comes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bird and the Bee - Last Day of Our Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adele - Make You Feel My Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shontelle - Say Hello to Goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Academy Is ... - Everything We Had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coldplay - Fix You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coldplay - The Scientist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Evanescence - Imaginary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acid House Kings - Would You Say Stop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-3020240373367111186?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/3020240373367111186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=3020240373367111186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3020240373367111186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3020240373367111186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-days-playlist.html' title='The &apos;Final Days&apos; Playlist'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7904069246040304711</id><published>2011-06-19T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:45:05.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duh'/><title type='text'>Why I Blog, Simplified</title><content type='html'>As explained by Amy Adams: -&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-7904069246040304711?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7904069246040304711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7904069246040304711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7904069246040304711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7904069246040304711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-blog-simplified.html' title='Why I Blog, Simplified'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-9109654256788643421</id><published>2011-06-18T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:55:24.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="286" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NYt1qirBWg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NYt1qirBWg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="286" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This has gotta be the most anticipated movie ever. Can't wait for July. Also, I promise myself I would watch this in 3D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-9109654256788643421?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/9109654256788643421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=9109654256788643421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/9109654256788643421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/9109654256788643421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/06/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1233516104511480202</id><published>2011-06-15T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:56:35.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeWBS0JBNzQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeWBS0JBNzQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It's Day 20 of my internship here at Borneo Development Corp. A blog post is due.&lt;br /&gt;
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But to be honest, I don't know what to post.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not that I am out of words. It's just that there's practically nothing to blog about. Thought of posting random cat photos (people are weakened by their cuteness, I suppose) but went against it. I have Tumblr for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Practically why I post up videos once in a while, ones that i find interesting and worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of sharing, I got blasted online for posting up Lady Gaga's song Scheiße on some magazine's website (given the song was played backwards and the source site described it as 'sounding like a Satanic ritual'...umm). It's not by the mag's site, though. It's by some guy who thought my shared link may cause an uproar between Monsters and non-Monsters. Huh, weird fella.&lt;br /&gt;
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So yea, that's as much as I find worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, also, I can't use torrents to download movies anymore. Malaysia blocked the access to The Pirate Bay, and some Anonymous hacker group (a warning was posted from Finland, i think...?) are getting revenge. Emm... won't affect me much, I got bored downloading movies anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess that's it for now. I'll be back on Day 30. I have 27 days left! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would post Scheibe, but I'd rather post up The Edge of Glory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1233516104511480202?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1233516104511480202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1233516104511480202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1233516104511480202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1233516104511480202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-5455459624112977430</id><published>2011-06-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:32:02.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><title type='text'>The Power of Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="286" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qCbiCxBd2M?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qCbiCxBd2M?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="286" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't believe I didn't discover this earlier. It was posted up on Youtube a year ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-5455459624112977430?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5455459624112977430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5455459624112977430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5455459624112977430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5455459624112977430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/06/power-of-imagination.html' title='The Power of Imagination'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2955910622089592046</id><published>2011-06-04T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:06:45.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winnie the pooh'/><title type='text'>Silly Old Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="286" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbFz--GCkOM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbFz--GCkOM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="286" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My childhood icon paired with one of my favourite songs. Bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-2955910622089592046?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2955910622089592046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2955910622089592046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2955910622089592046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2955910622089592046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/06/silly-old-bear.html' title='Silly Old Bear'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7545998831989123463</id><published>2011-06-01T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:01:04.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>11 Days Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Clxtg2pFTQM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Clxtg2pFTQM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was supposed to post this up on Monday, but I (finally) got some work to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm currently doing my industrial training a.k.a. practical at a nearby development company (and by nearby, I mean 5 mins walk away from my home).&lt;br /&gt;
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I have 47 days to complete. Some say it's too short to learn anything. I say, 47 days is enough for a person who not too keen to start working just yet, at least not in engineering. Technically, we're not working, but is requested to 'feel like' it to make the&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;seem more real. Oh, it's real alright.&lt;br /&gt;
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So far, as of 31st May, it's 11 days. That was fast, you think? Not so if you just sit at the desk, occasionally go to site, and practically do nothing. You'll be&amp;nbsp;checking&amp;nbsp;the clock every 30 minutes to countdown the time you leave the office.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hopefully, I get as much knowledge as I can. I try not to limit myself to just the site and merely on structural and construction. All the fine details are, I feel, necessary to learn to improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Work came in this morning, about a mini project. Fingers crossed I won't screw this up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gawai_Dayak"&gt;Gawai Dayak&lt;/a&gt;, so I get 2 days off. A little break, then it's back to work on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-7545998831989123463?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7545998831989123463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7545998831989123463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7545998831989123463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7545998831989123463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/06/11-days-later.html' title='11 Days Later'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-3953963301616305415</id><published>2011-05-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:17:35.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hah'/><title type='text'>Far Ahead</title><content type='html'>Was cleaning up the blog, weeding out useless posts. Wow, how my blogging style has evolved. From kiddish to dramatic to sarcastic to plain ol' blah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Someday, I shall look back at this, and think the same way about a few 100 posts after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-3953963301616305415?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/3953963301616305415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=3953963301616305415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3953963301616305415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3953963301616305415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/05/far-ahead.html' title='Far Ahead'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-6603087700657975603</id><published>2011-05-05T18:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:00:19.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s a sad sad sad life'/><title type='text'>Bad Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWw_ma2Cs8w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWw_ma2Cs8w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So my third year ends. Great.&lt;br /&gt;
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Three years, and I haven't found something to love about my course. But I guess I just have to live with my decision.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I was glad the semester is over. This has been one very, very bad semester. The worst so far. I have no idea what's gonna happen for the next two while I'm still on campus. During the semester,&lt;br /&gt;
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a) an accident happen on campus grounds that shook the entire student population. The college students reps have been asked to go for counselling sessions to avoid a repeat incident. RIP, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;
b) I signed up for the gym, but stopped going after a month due to workload, and pure laziness. We kinda promised the gym instructtor we won't be like one of those people who skips after a while, but we eventually did.&lt;br /&gt;
c) politics creeped into the Society, something we promised will never happen again. Bickering and quarrels follow, including a bit of betrayal and lotsa hoopla. The Society is no longer fun to be in anymore; 'fun' being the reason I wanted in in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
d) I discovered that sometimes, friends are not always there for you. But then again, you shouldn't rely too much on others on what you can do by yourself. Just that sometimes, doing something alone is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;
e) human beings are complicated becuase we have feelings. The sensation they call 'love', can either bring true bliss, or disastrous results&lt;br /&gt;
f) my English is deteriorating due to too much usage of LOLkat language&lt;br /&gt;
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This time around, even the finals seem to be bad. Study week is filled with much-needed sleep, while the days of non-exams, I spent watching movies while studying. Not good. I ended up focusing more on mvoies rather than studies.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't regret anything though. What done is done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, it dawned on me that here in university, I have no group/gang/clique/whatchamacallit. I mean, I have very good friends that I always hang out with, but not, like, epic-ly close with me. I had that in high school before, but now I realised I was never a part of it. Sure, we were very close 5 years back, but now, no more. Maybe because they still think of me as the disciplined, uptight, no-nonsense, party-pooper kinda type like I was in high school. Who can blame them, my life is as interesting as the glowing thing inside a lava lamp, and even that is more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, after a week of non-blogging, everything starts spilling out. I guess I don't have anyone to talk to. Maybe that's why poeple choose to fall in love, so that they have someone to talk to without it being a family member or merely a friend with a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;
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The semester seem to pass by quite fast, but I wish it would actually end with a positive note. Instead, it ends with a simple full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah well, perhaps I'm asking for too much. No one lives forever, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-6603087700657975603?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/6603087700657975603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=6603087700657975603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6603087700657975603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6603087700657975603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-semester.html' title='Bad Semester'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-3545084905994739489</id><published>2011-05-02T11:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:59:45.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Of Elephants, The Circus, and Edward playing Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6b2XhXkPpg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6b2XhXkPpg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;If you know what I mean by the this post title, you would know. If you don't, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to a sneak preview of Rob Pattinson's latest film &lt;a href="http://www.waterforelephants.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and I LOVED it!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;s&gt;[Kinda busy, so I'll write my full review later]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I read the book months before the movie was released, so I went to watch with high expectations, to see if the charm from the book is translated well onto the big screen. I am not disappointed, not even a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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The movie was very good. Not great, but very good. It's been a while that circus-themed movies has been made, so it's kinda nice to see one after a while. The movie retains the circus charm that you get from reading the book. The score by James Newton Howard was amazing, making everything feel so magical more than it already seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's good to see Rob finally becoming a true leading man. Sure, he still has a bit of trouble expressing himself via his face, but his body language makes up for that. It's also good to see him being able to capture the character of Jacob very well (now, here is what the post title refers to. In 'Twilight", he played the vampire Edward who dislikes shapeshifter, Jacob). Reese Witherspoon was equally charming, playing Marlena very well. I haven't seen much movies by Christoph Waltz, but here, he was amazing as August. The best thing about the movie, is, of course, the elephant Rosie. You have to see it, I can't tell you how adorable she is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing much on the plot, mainly because it follows the book quite closely, except for a few details, both minor and major. No worries, I won't spoil it. If you have read the book, then you know how the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yea, so this review is short cos I have nothing much to say. I mean, it's simple: if it's good, it's good. If it's bad, it's bad. In this movie's case, it's good. Very good. [3 1/2 stars]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-3545084905994739489?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/3545084905994739489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=3545084905994739489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3545084905994739489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/3545084905994739489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-elephants-circus-and-edward-playing.html' title='Of Elephants, The Circus, and Edward playing Jacob'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-321252226590136182</id><published>2011-04-23T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:23:32.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>For A Good Friday and a Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="294" width="480"&gt;   &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ignitermedia.com/flash/player-licensed.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="&amp;amp;backcolor=000000&amp;amp;title=Follow&amp;amp;refbox.authorlinkto=http://www.ignitermedia.com/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=refbox-author&amp;amp;refbox.linkto=http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1923/Follow/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=refbox-link&amp;amp;abouttext=Follow&amp;amp;refbox.color=ffffff&amp;amp;lightcolor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;screencolor=000000&amp;amp;frontcolor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;author=IgniterMedia.com&amp;amp;plugins=http://www.ignitermedia.com/flash/refbox.swf&amp;amp;image=http://www.ignitermedia.com//sitecontent/media4/images/main/s/mm/img/sea/EAS.mm.Follow.main.jpg&amp;amp;file=http://www.ignitermedia.com//sitecontent/media4/previews/s/mm/img/sea/EAS.mm.Follow.360q850.mp4&amp;amp;refbox.titlecolor=9CC1CB&amp;amp;aboutlink=http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1923/Follow/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=ctxmenu-about&amp;amp;repeat=none&amp;amp;refbox.titlemouseovercolor=B3DDEA" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ignitermedia.com/flash/player-licensed.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;backcolor=000000&amp;amp;title=Follow&amp;amp;refbox.authorlinkto=http://www.ignitermedia.com/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=refbox-author&amp;amp;refbox.linkto=http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1923/Follow/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=refbox-link&amp;amp;abouttext=Follow&amp;amp;refbox.color=ffffff&amp;amp;lightcolor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;screencolor=000000&amp;amp;frontcolor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;author=IgniterMedia.com&amp;amp;plugins=http://www.ignitermedia.com/flash/refbox.swf&amp;amp;image=http://www.ignitermedia.com//sitecontent/media4/images/main/s/mm/img/sea/EAS.mm.Follow.main.jpg&amp;amp;file=http://www.ignitermedia.com//sitecontent/media4/previews/s/mm/img/sea/EAS.mm.Follow.360q850.mp4&amp;amp;refbox.titlecolor=9CC1CB&amp;amp;aboutlink=http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1923/Follow/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=ctxmenu-about&amp;amp;repeat=none&amp;amp;refbox.titlemouseovercolor=B3DDEA"allowscriptaccess="always"allowfullscreen="true"loop="false"quality="high"wmode="opaque" width="480" height="294"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Resurrection of Jesus Christ&lt;/i&gt; through the eyes of Twitter. Nicely done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a blessed &lt;i&gt;Good Friday&lt;/i&gt;, and Happy &lt;i&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/i&gt; everyone!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Video by &lt;a href="http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1923/Follow"&gt;Igniter Media&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-321252226590136182?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/321252226590136182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=321252226590136182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/321252226590136182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/321252226590136182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-good-friday-and-happy-easter.html' title='For A Good Friday and a Happy Easter'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2793052418318468729</id><published>2011-04-22T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T19:18:31.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><title type='text'>It's So Sweet, I Just Can't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMDM*NjgyNzAwMDAmcHQ9MTMwMzQ2ODk*ODkyMSZwPTEwNjM2NjImZD*mZz*yJm89YmYzOTg*Y2JjYjY3NGNjNmJl/OTk*MjYyMmQxYTRkYWEmb2Y9MA==.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object data="http://vids.perezhilton.com/plugins/player.swf?v=a209595b66d18&amp;amp;p=vega4-without-ads-transparent-flp&amp;amp;autoplay=false" height="308" id="embedded_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vids.perezhilton.com/plugins/player.swf?v=a209595b66d18&amp;p=vega4-without-ads-transparent-flp&amp;autoplay=false"/&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://vids.perezhilton.com"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;via Perez Hilton. On &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EAjdCW1oQc"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-2793052418318468729?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2793052418318468729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2793052418318468729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2793052418318468729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2793052418318468729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-so-sweet-i-just-cant.html' title='It&apos;s So Sweet, I Just Can&apos;t.'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4526343577555239262</id><published>2011-04-21T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T15:05:41.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Waking Up to Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TahH7B_aUZc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TahH7B_aUZc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I woke up this morning to this song. It was playing on my iPod as I opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I shall deploy songs from Adele, Jamie Cullum, Alexandre Desplat, Coldplay, and maybe Travis for this study week. Hope that would give me&amp;nbsp;enough&amp;nbsp;patience to study everything thoroughly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4526343577555239262?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4526343577555239262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4526343577555239262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4526343577555239262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4526343577555239262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/04/waking-up-to-coldplay.html' title='Waking Up to Coldplay'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-8039662741257410487</id><published>2011-04-18T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:35:24.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Between You And Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCBSd39e0qo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCBSd39e0qo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have always loved this song. The Keane original, the Glee cover, the Burberry Acoustic session ... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;
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The song reminds me of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdeKx_vAXYQ"&gt;final scene&lt;/a&gt; in the movie &lt;i&gt;Atonement&lt;/i&gt;. The couple never made it to their dream home by the beach. It's a place only they knew, and where they plan to escape to.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dedicate this song to lovers out there, who wishes to escape and be together forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-8039662741257410487?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/8039662741257410487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=8039662741257410487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8039662741257410487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8039662741257410487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/04/between-you-and-me.html' title='Between You And Me'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1512904812428276532</id><published>2011-04-08T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:51:46.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>'This Would End Badly' Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;30 Seconds to Mars - The Kill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name Of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Led Zeppelin - Your Time is Gonna Come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blue October - Hate Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deep Purple - Smoke on the Water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Chemical Romance - Kill All Your Friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Chemical Romance - Teenagers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muse - Assassin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 Doors Down - It's Not My Time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1512904812428276532?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1512904812428276532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1512904812428276532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1512904812428276532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1512904812428276532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-would-end-badly-playlist.html' title='&apos;This Would End Badly&apos; Playlist'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-8132428331983903600</id><published>2011-04-07T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:42:29.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Get It Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7qHYuVDIYY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7qHYuVDIYY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The song kinda reflects my feelings right now. Comes at a perfect time when I'm starting to doubt everything about myself. Everything around me seems to go wrong. If you're feeling the same way, take a listen. It's quite good, actually.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What have I done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wish I could run away from this ship going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just trying to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hurt everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now I feel the weight of the world is, on my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cause my best intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Keep making a mess of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh how many times will it take for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can I start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;With my faith shaken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cause I can't go back and undo this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just have to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And face my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But if I get stronger and wiser, I'll get through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cause my best intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Keep making a mess of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh how many times will it take for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So I throw up my fist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Throw a punch in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And accept the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That sometimes life isn't fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'll send out a wish and I'll send out a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And finally someone will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How much I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cause my best intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Keep making a mess of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh how many times will it take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-8132428331983903600?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/8132428331983903600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=8132428331983903600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8132428331983903600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8132428331983903600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/04/get-it-right.html' title='Get It Right'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2139100349905173935</id><published>2011-04-07T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T09:08:20.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The 'I Need Help But I Hear No One' Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remy Zero - Save Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sum 41 - Slipping Away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rooney - Get Away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Full Blown Rose - Somebody Help Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coldplay - Swallowed in the Sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Irvine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Evanescence - Even In Death&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;California Liar - Show Me What I'm Looking For&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lindsay Lohan - My Beautiful Life (La Bella Vita)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strays Don't Sleep - For Blue Skies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-2139100349905173935?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2139100349905173935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2139100349905173935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2139100349905173935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2139100349905173935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-help-but-i-hear-no-one-playlist.html' title='The &apos;I Need Help But I Hear No One&apos; Playlist'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-8969874994474401683</id><published>2011-03-30T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:54:36.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Up in Kinabalu</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WD-qO8UNDs8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WD-qO8UNDs8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's my first Borneo Debating Championship a.k.a. Borneo Cup since I first forayed into the debating world 3 years ago, and I must say, it's way more fun than I anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I have expressed &amp;nbsp;my doubt and concerns about going, how I felt about gling and about it being a wrong decision. Well, I cou;dn't say I was right, nor was I wrong. I was on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;
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TBH, I felt a bit ignored and invisible throughout the entire tournament. Given that I'm practically useless there since I have no role, not adjudicator nor a debater. I did, however, stepped in for a swing team when they needed one in the first two rounds, but that's just it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those who noticed me, thanks. I needed someone there, and you were there for me. May God always bless you with the best things in life and help you out of life's challenges.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unstable emotions aside, I felt we did good in the competition, the two teams. One team managed to break into the quarter finals, but crashed out there and lost to the host institution. Some people (our side, duh) is buzzing that they let the host win becuase, well, their the home team. Kinda like how Miss World works (one spot in the Top 15 (or 20, or 10, can't remember) is reserved for the host country). I brush that off, because I felt both team did great but the adjudicators one team is better than the other.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the seniors told me that we may not even break because the strong teams are here (they're in every tournament), but they (senior team) made it to the quarts eventually. Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, no tournament is without its flaws. This one is more about (what else?) food. Although ... I had insider scoop on even more details, but I guess it's not my prerogative to share insider secrets ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;
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Outside debates, however, many, many, MANY things happened. Things that include whatever they include when they say 'What happens in vegas, stays in Vegas'. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
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The highlight of my trip is not shopping (although I did had a ball at 1Borneo), but last night: Playing card games till the sun rises. Epic fun! :D Some of us were playing cards while the others (most of the debaters who drinks) get wasted at Jesselton Point. Well, it's their prerogative ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, me being me, there's the occasional emotional instability I experience. I didn't tell anyone or at least, the whole group about my feelings. Just one or two.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to say, that 3 days was like a long vacation for me. It took my mind away from all the drama that's happening back home in Kuching. although my presence at the tournament is practically unncessary and useless, I had fun. It was like a vacation for me, with the added benefits of debating on-call.&lt;br /&gt;
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Too bad it has to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-8969874994474401683?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/8969874994474401683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=8969874994474401683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8969874994474401683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8969874994474401683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/03/up-in-kinabalu.html' title='Up in Kinabalu'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7114712570056927826</id><published>2011-03-30T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:07:29.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The 'What Stays in KK' Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tjhsto7DJCs"&gt;Suede - Attitude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGrx6etMl0w"&gt;Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfjtpp90lu8"&gt;Jamie Foxx - Blame It (On The Alcohol)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP6XpLQM2Cs"&gt;Ke$ha - TiK ToK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-MaaxgdUT4"&gt;Paramore - Pressure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7egCffY8jC0"&gt;Nada Surf - Where Is My Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGJ8dY_IcgE"&gt;The Frames - Falling Slowly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6zIEfSxqkg"&gt;Sheryl Crow - All I Wanna Do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgIEvn0Xl8Y"&gt;The Spill Canvas - Saved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8ItnxlpAc8"&gt;Clay Aiken - Invisible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HkjGg_pPJU"&gt;Coldplay - Lost!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBM8hGpL0P4"&gt;Suicidal Tendencies&amp;nbsp;- How Will I Laugh Tomorrow When I Can't Even Smile Today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-7114712570056927826?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7114712570056927826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7114712570056927826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7114712570056927826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7114712570056927826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-stays-in-kk-playlist.html' title='The &apos;What Stays in KK&apos; Playlist'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1482641851822649938</id><published>2011-03-20T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T20:12:06.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Bad Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbLoYVnh4sY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbLoYVnh4sY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm beginning to think my decision to go to Sabah is a wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't be sure; I'm not a fortune teller.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dunno. Maybe I'm letting my emotions take over my thinking too often. Like now, for instance. Last week was full of work, and finally, when Sunday comes around, I feel that I'm overly sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate it when my emotions cloud my judgement. Then again, what can I do, I was born this way. Either that or my program has a glitch.&lt;br /&gt;
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*sigh* Well, the decision is made. I'm going eventually, whether I still want to or not. Not gonna waster Rm300 on a half-half decision.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gotta get my poker face ready. No tells now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1482641851822649938?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1482641851822649938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1482641851822649938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1482641851822649938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1482641851822649938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-move.html' title='Bad Move'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7783497033986859816</id><published>2011-03-19T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:31:54.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEm0Wki1WtE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEm0Wki1WtE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've decided to tag along with my friends to Sabah for debates.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it's so last minute, but it was a&amp;nbsp;tough&amp;nbsp;decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It took forever because&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
a) I have classes on Friday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;
b) I have labwork on Tuesday morning&lt;br /&gt;
c) I have little to no money to spend&lt;br /&gt;
d) I am too weak to function properly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally decided to join despite my lack of funding (thanks, mom and dad. I shall try to fulfill that promise of taking you guys to Paris one day...). This past week has been exhausting, so I feel that I need a little change in environment. Since the opportunity is there, why not take it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It might be a bad move, as I may have to reschedule my labwork, and it's already late in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;semester to get such a major work done. I have to inform my lecturers of my absence. Worst, I won't have time to party with them at KK because I will be arriving a day later and leaving a day earlier than them. But I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I guess it's a (sad but necessary *sigh*) decision I have to take to leave there early. Hopefully I make it back in time for my lab.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just hope everything go as planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-7783497033986859816?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7783497033986859816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7783497033986859816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7783497033986859816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7783497033986859816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/03/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-6779275664316551833</id><published>2011-03-13T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T10:43:16.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Is This The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjvDFhuqROo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjvDFhuqROo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this the end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then why does it feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'd only just begun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought we were done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I'll hang on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you still want me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if you don't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess I'll move on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if you need me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Close your eyes and dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll give you back your key&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But will you be happy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you be happy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Said we'll leave it alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I won't be here long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when I'm gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess then we'll know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Still waiting for Zee Avi's sophomore album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-6779275664316551833?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/6779275664316551833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=6779275664316551833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6779275664316551833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6779275664316551833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-this-end.html' title='Is This The End'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1752012081248819037</id><published>2011-03-10T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:41:24.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings on the wall'/><title type='text'>People Always Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-plb2tK2SEOQ/TXip6nSU7QI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ZZN2_GQMT2M/s1600/pg_283061_1437127908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-plb2tK2SEOQ/TXip6nSU7QI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ZZN2_GQMT2M/s320/pg_283061_1437127908.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sky's turning grey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day's getting late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I look around me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To find what I hate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Standing here alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An island in the sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I keep asking myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why does it only happen to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why does this happen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did you go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No longer here with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Left me alone on the floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The things that you did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can always forgive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it is undeniable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;People always leave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Someday I shall put music to these, and improve on my writing. Got inspired by a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Tree_Hill_(TV_series)"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Tree Hill &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;episode in which Peyton drew that art (above) about people always leaving.&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/7141086667091530994-1752012081248819037?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1752012081248819037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1752012081248819037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1752012081248819037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1752012081248819037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/03/people-always-leave.html' title='People Always Leave'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-plb2tK2SEOQ/TXip6nSU7QI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ZZN2_GQMT2M/s72-c/pg_283061_1437127908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-8797070700546388233</id><published>2011-03-10T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:23:25.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Hardest 5-Letter Word To Say Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvbQzRAi4wM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvbQzRAi4wM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We make&amp;nbsp;decisions&amp;nbsp;in our lives that can impact not only us, but everyone around us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year ago, I decided that I wanna stop debating. Just quit the club. Leave while I still can. But I stuck around. I stuck around because I realised I liked it more than I thought I did. I stayed because the people I like to be with is there. I remained because I'm emotionally attached to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotionally attached, as in, I just care for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year later, I feel that the club is falling apart. I guess I have myself to blame for it. I am not a good club president. Nothing runs smoothly under me. Everything seems to go wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes matters worse is that the people who I stayed for are either too busy for the club or ignoring me personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it was something I said. Obviously it was something I did. I think I'm supposed to figure it out for myself, but it doesn't help that the ones ignoring you are practically not talking to you as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blame myself for everything that's going on in the club. I'm sorry, everyone, even if not everyone is reading this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for being lazy. I'm sorry for not being serious enough. I'm sorry for giving you excuses. I'm sorry for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry to my sister. I'm sorry to my best guy friend. I'm sorry to my music lover friend. I'm sorry to my best girl friend. I'm sorry to the debate leader.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess rather than saying sorry, I should just try to fix everything. But I need a hint, a clue as to where to start from, but no one is giving me one.&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/7141086667091530994-8797070700546388233?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/8797070700546388233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=8797070700546388233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8797070700546388233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/8797070700546388233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/03/hardest-5-letter-word-to-say-sometimes.html' title='The Hardest 5-Letter Word To Say Sometimes'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-5165360774427876616</id><published>2011-03-02T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:43:13.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Closer To The Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP8TAvQetyo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP8TAvQetyo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes (most of the time, actually), I regret being &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4a8QtvOkBQ"&gt;born this way&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To speak truthfully, I don't believe in myself. I don't think that I will ever be happy as long as I never mind.&amp;nbsp;The thing is, I don't think I understand life so much, and I have lived two decades.&amp;nbsp;Is my thought a sign of my impending death?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*shakes head as if the thought is stuck*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm just worried about myself. I mean, when it comes to emotions and feelings. If I were to make myself truly happy, I'm afraid of the outcome. If I follow the norm, I'm also afraid of the outcome. If I just stand still and don't move, it's a hopeless future for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I see so many people out here achieving their dreams, their goals, their wish for the zest of life! But what do I see in the mirror? A person who will never be happy because he has no hope, no motivation, and just lost on the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really think I need therapy. Watching three movies in a row is not helping my state of mind, although it does take me away from all the stress. It helps me get into the fantasy side of mmy mind where I feel happy and no one cares about me. Then, I settle back with my feet on the ground, and realise everyone is moving forward except me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You could say I have a split personality, and I hope that you're right.&amp;nbsp;But I don't even know who I am now, let alone having someone else tell me about myself.&amp;nbsp;I drive myself crazy trying to sort myself, yet always reaching the conclusion that happiness is impossible for me ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
... unless I break free.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But to be honest, I don't see that happening.&amp;nbsp;I guess I should just give in and wait till I see the light at the end of the tunnel .. or as the saying goes, kick the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is full of sunshine and joy, but the amount of regrets outweigh that, whether we admit it or not.&amp;nbsp;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-5165360774427876616?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5165360774427876616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5165360774427876616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5165360774427876616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5165360774427876616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-wanna-cry.html' title='Closer To The Edge'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7059105384993764409</id><published>2011-02-27T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:02:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explains the Blog Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/results/?result=Sitting"&gt;Your Love Song Is Sitting, Waiting, Wishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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by Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;
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"Maybe you've been through this before&lt;br /&gt;
But it's my first time so please ignore&lt;br /&gt;
The next few lines cause they're directed at you &lt;br /&gt;
I can't always be waiting, waiting on you &lt;br /&gt;
I can't always be playing, playing your fool"&lt;br /&gt;
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You've been waiting for love, and you're not going to wait any longer!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings: Waste Time at Work!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-7059105384993764409?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7059105384993764409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7059105384993764409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7059105384993764409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7059105384993764409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/explains-blog-name.html' title='Explains the Blog Name'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1250701634455015344</id><published>2011-02-27T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T16:45:17.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>127 Hours, or 5 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYpr-8sEkB0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYpr-8sEkB0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nk9GtmcgWnc/TWnIE5-omeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/nyK-nboNr-8/s1600/one_hundred_twenty_seven_hours_xlg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nk9GtmcgWnc/TWnIE5-omeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/nyK-nboNr-8/s200/one_hundred_twenty_seven_hours_xlg.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I heard about &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/127_Hours"&gt;127 Hours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a few months before it was released. Heard it was a true story, heard that the director is &lt;a href="http://weblogs.variety.com/bfdealmemo/2009/11/boyle-searchlight-firm-mountaineer-tale.html"&gt;Danny Boyle&lt;/a&gt;, and heard that the lead is &lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1118013420?refCatId=13"&gt;James Franco&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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What a movie this turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, it's not a movie. It's a storytelling type of film. So, don't go in the cinema hall expecting to be entertained. There's a lesson to be learned here, quite a few. The best one is that if you have the will to live, you would survive anything. And after all that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aron_Ralston"&gt;Aron Ralston&lt;/a&gt; has been through, he could. He really could. I salute the guy for being tough throughout his life test. I would have just died right there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Second, this should have gotten Danny Boyle an Oscar nomination for direction, but sadly &lt;a href="http://www.cinemablend.com/new/127-hours-is-not-a-best-picture-also-ran-it-s-the-year-s-most-deeply-felt-film-23256.htmlVPqIooNwX2H-6Mo1A"&gt;no&lt;/a&gt;. I personally felt the film was well shot. It immerses you into the film, and into Aron's situation. I admire his style of filmmaking, where he focuses on details and emotions. The screenwrite is as good as the film. The way it's written makes you feel for the guy so much. Makes me think about life, too. Also, the most crucial scene in the movie is &lt;a href="http://blog.moviefone.com/2010/09/06/danny-boyles-127-hours-too-intense"&gt;the hardest to watch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Third, James Franco should get an Oscar for this. If he doesn't, I'll give one to him. I may not have read the book (I shall go find it), but I felt James gave an amazing performance, and &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/127_hours"&gt;critics agree&lt;/a&gt;. He made us feel for his character,&amp;nbsp;made&amp;nbsp;us believe that everything there was real (for a film, that is.). He made me feel fear, feel hope. In short, he was good. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing, the way the story goes, I can't help to compare this with &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buried_(film)"&gt;Buried&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The same case, but different genre and outcome. &lt;i&gt;Buried &lt;/i&gt;was effingly good, but this one is much better.&lt;br /&gt;
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4.5/5 stars! (4 for story, 0.5 for reallism)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1250701634455015344?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1250701634455015344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1250701634455015344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1250701634455015344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1250701634455015344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/127-hours-or-5-days.html' title='127 Hours, or 5 Days'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nk9GtmcgWnc/TWnIE5-omeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/nyK-nboNr-8/s72-c/one_hundred_twenty_seven_hours_xlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-5778591596160641912</id><published>2011-02-27T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:00:00.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Glamour, Glitter, Burlesque</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kcQsX_mpU0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kcQsX_mpU0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CcfLg9fUdJg/TWnCopdA39I/AAAAAAAAAyg/vcXljhmm8pY/s1600/Return+to+Main+Page+for+Burlesque+Posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CcfLg9fUdJg/TWnCopdA39I/AAAAAAAAAyg/vcXljhmm8pY/s200/Return+to+Main+Page+for+Burlesque+Posters.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I watched the movie for Christina Aguilera and Cam Gigandet, but I got a whole lot more. .&lt;br /&gt;
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Sure, the '11 Golden Globes nominations for &lt;i&gt;Burlesque&lt;/i&gt; is unexpected and (some say) silly, but I say, it's a perfectly good musical movie which is not award-baiting and is full of fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cher return to the big screen, Botox and all. She sang 2 songs in this, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOOYYyJ9C18"&gt;one of 'em won &lt;/a&gt;the &lt;i&gt;Best Original Song&lt;/i&gt; at this year's Globes. The song is indeed great, but her face hardly has any expression. Still OK, I guess. As for Christina Aguilera (her debut film!), quite OK in acting. Her best asset is still her voice, and she did some wonderful singing in this. If you think &lt;i&gt;Bionic &lt;/i&gt;is bad, then check out the soundtrack for this. All hope is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guys, if your girlfriends drag you to this, no worries. There's lots of pretty girls in itsy-bitsy clothing as your eye candy while your girl enjoys the girliness of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything else is somewhat predictable. It's somewhat a cross between &lt;i&gt;Coyote Ugly &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/i&gt; - musical pattern like &lt;i&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/i&gt;, storyline like &lt;i&gt;Coyote Ugly&lt;/i&gt; - but with more sensuality. Nonetheless, still worth a watch if you're sick of serious-to-death Oscar movies or lame-ass rom-coms.&lt;br /&gt;
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In short: it's fun, colourful, sensual, sexy, dramatic, and nicely-crafted. It's no &lt;i&gt;Chicago&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Hairspray&lt;/i&gt;, but more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;
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3/5 stars for me (2 for movie, 1 for soundtrack!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-5778591596160641912?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/5778591596160641912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=5778591596160641912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5778591596160641912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/5778591596160641912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/glamour-glitter-burlesque.html' title='Glamour, Glitter, Burlesque'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CcfLg9fUdJg/TWnCopdA39I/AAAAAAAAAyg/vcXljhmm8pY/s72-c/Return+to+Main+Page+for+Burlesque+Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-214832921222702786</id><published>2011-02-25T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T11:21:10.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>The Killer Road to Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-blyeps69h_s/TWm7642uj7I/AAAAAAAAAyc/NjHhwbVXSeU/s1600/black_swan_ver6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-blyeps69h_s/TWm7642uj7I/AAAAAAAAAyc/NjHhwbVXSeU/s200/black_swan_ver6.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like movies. Some are amazing, some are good, some are bad, some are so bad that it's good, and some are so good it's amazing. I'm no movie reviewer, but I like to comment on movies.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first movie I watched this year is a psycho-thriller &lt;i&gt;Black Swan&lt;/i&gt;, and I have to say it was good. Very, very good.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know much about ballet, but I know that a dancer uses his or her body movement to show feelings and expressions. So I guess that's what ballet dancer do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, the uber-best thing about this movie is the score. It was so good, that at the first piano note, I have decided to go and download the score online. True, it was adapted from Tchaikovsky, but it was a good adaptation. Sad thing, it's &lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1118029326"&gt;not eligible &lt;/a&gt;for an Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Natalie Portman embraced her role perfectly. Her dancing seems a bit stiff, she wasn't as fluid as Mila Kunis, but a very good performance nonetheless. As for Mila Kunis, I haven't seen her around much (either that or I don't notice her much), but she did good in this. She should make &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friends_with_Benefits_(film)"&gt;more movies&lt;/a&gt;. The directing was good. Darren Aronofsky did a good job as a director. I like how the story goes, it's like one big metaphor. Or something like that. Like, one big dream-like movie but it's in real life. and it has actual meaning.&lt;br /&gt;
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Movies like this should be made more often. Powerful, strong, deep, stunning movies that has a point behind it. At least it's up for a Best Picture Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was definitely worth the RM12 movie ticket.&lt;br /&gt;
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4.5/5 stars from me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-214832921222702786?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/214832921222702786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=214832921222702786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/214832921222702786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/214832921222702786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-swan.html' title='The Killer Road to Perfection'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-blyeps69h_s/TWm7642uj7I/AAAAAAAAAyc/NjHhwbVXSeU/s72-c/black_swan_ver6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-6158297657946285855</id><published>2011-02-23T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:14:04.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><title type='text'>Sleep Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1vtr9fXdg8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1vtr9fXdg8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Being alone is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;
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I came in to class today at 8 a.m. No one was there yet. Weird, since class starts at 8 a.m. The lecturer was already there, scribbling on the whiteboard. As I took my seat, my coursemates filed in.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, I noticed something.&lt;br /&gt;
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No one even noticed me sitting there. either that or I smell funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then came this feeling that although I have friends here, I don't have true, true friends. I don't have, at least not much, ture friends who would spend time listening to me. I, however, is readily available to listen to anyone who wants to talk to me. Maybe I'm a good listener, but I'm hoping for too much in return.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope I leave the world early. I can't afford to be nice to everyone but still be invisible at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess being alone is not so much of a good thing. Sure, you get time to do things for yourself, but it makes you think of how your life would end. Will you be alone, or will there be people crying at your bedside when your spirit leaves the mortal world?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm thinking too much right now, mainly because I feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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And for sure, I would always feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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People always say, you're not alone. There's always God.&lt;br /&gt;
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True, but God is waaaaay up there and I'm waaaaay down here. I believe He's watching over me, but I only feel the wind blowing off my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I guess I can't expect people to be there for me all the time, right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, if you have somebody to love and to be beside you, appreciate that person. You do not want to end up alone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-6158297657946285855?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/6158297657946285855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=6158297657946285855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6158297657946285855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6158297657946285855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/sleep-alone.html' title='Sleep Alone'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7267221374272492214</id><published>2011-02-22T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:06:44.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The 'Self-Healing' Playlist</title><content type='html'>I find music is best to heal the soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iLoamKJrtc"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coffee and Cigarettes - Michelle Featherstone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CFTVVdrbOI"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Light on My Shoulder - Susie Suh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rpZJ6CC08w"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Learn to be Lonely - Minnie Driver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jw78O_gciJs"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mend Your Broken Heart -&amp;nbsp;Antonio McLendon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FE3KA7DdhQQ"&gt;If I Rise - Dido &amp;amp; A.R. Rahman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LSF5YCzFhk"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rose's Turn - Chris Colfer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=girXRxJRdu4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daydreamer - Adele&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzNPU3vABxE"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Towards the Sun - Alexi Murdoch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvokOD-EnMw"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ready to Start - Arcade Fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOgG5pw5pFc"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let Me Fall - Bethany Joy Lenz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WC5FdFlUcl0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be Yourself - Audioslave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlNzpl3vz5Y"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take Me or Leave Me - Idina Menzel/Tracie Thoms&lt;/i&gt;&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/7141086667091530994-7267221374272492214?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/7267221374272492214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=7267221374272492214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7267221374272492214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/7267221374272492214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/self-healing-playlist.html' title='The &apos;Self-Healing&apos; Playlist'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1427890219262251728</id><published>2011-02-22T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:17:29.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absolution'/><title type='text'>Jumping to Edges and Conclusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7KeTf_eyYE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7KeTf_eyYE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I jumped to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's a bad thing. Maybe that's why one of my friends is seemingly avoiding me. Two, actually.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know. Maybe I think too much about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I skipped my aerobics class yesterday. Still too confused with my emotions to listen to instructions. Instead, I stayed indoors, turned on &lt;i&gt;The Vampire Diaries &lt;/i&gt;and did some colouring for an online contest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess now I understand why they say an emotional problem is something no one can cure. Even I myself can't cure mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know what's going on with me. I could blame it on hormones, I could&amp;nbsp;blame&amp;nbsp;it on my surroundings, I can even &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfjtpp90lu8"&gt;blame it on the alcohol&lt;/a&gt; (but I won't; I'm sober).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*sigh* Hopefully they would show up tomorrow. I&amp;nbsp;need&amp;nbsp;to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzq8c5pr-Ws"&gt;apologize&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you're reading this ... am I too late to apologize?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1427890219262251728?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1427890219262251728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1427890219262251728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1427890219262251728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1427890219262251728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/jumping-to-edges-and-conclusions.html' title='Jumping to Edges and Conclusions'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4624448646054410679</id><published>2011-02-20T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:20:47.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Too Good Not To Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="328" width="384"&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='Transparent' /&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://popteevee.popfolio.net/popteeveescreen.swf?episode=1122' /&gt;&lt;param name='AllowScriptAccess' value='always' /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='384' height='328' src='http://popteevee.popfolio.net/popteeveescreen.swf?episode=1122' wmode='transparent'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4624448646054410679?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4624448646054410679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4624448646054410679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4624448646054410679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4624448646054410679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-good-not-to-post.html' title='Too Good Not To Post'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1516827556650899379</id><published>2011-02-17T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:20:10.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The 'Unstable Emotions' Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5RqIBvE4iE"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love You More - James William Hindle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWKP1SwHVqI"&gt;For Blue Skies - Strays Don't Sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY9hFX39cM0"&gt;Only Fooling Myself - Kate Voegele&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1Fqn9du7xo"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Do You Want From Me - Adam Lambert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wb4yZnwMQWw"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiding My Heart - Adele&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQWkJyjwvnU&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself - The White Stripes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Azz91fLypk"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back To Me - All American Rejects&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-W1X9zJuDOs"&gt;All She Knows - Bruno Mars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=un60RISzE-A"&gt;Terrified - Katharine McPhee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wh93_W6YVh4"&gt;Let It Happen - Jimmy Eat World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1516827556650899379?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1516827556650899379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1516827556650899379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1516827556650899379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1516827556650899379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/unstable-emotions-playlist.html' title='The &apos;Unstable Emotions&apos; Playlist'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1904393446035736451</id><published>2011-02-15T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:47:18.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Staring At The Mess I Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7qdlVkgiz0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7qdlVkgiz0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should've held my ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could've been redeemed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For every second chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That changed its mind on me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should've spoken up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should've proudly claimed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That my head's to blame&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all my heart's mistakes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm staring at the mess I made&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As you turn, you take your heart and walk away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1904393446035736451?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1904393446035736451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1904393446035736451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1904393446035736451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1904393446035736451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/staring-at-mess-i-made.html' title='Staring At The Mess I Made'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-2719632094134865630</id><published>2011-02-15T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:00:54.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Pavements That I Am Chasing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-u2emGp-0ok?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-u2emGp-0ok?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You try hard to impress someone, but then you realise you're not trying hard enough. Well, at least, not hard enough for that one person to notice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess it's all my fault that today wasn't as&amp;nbsp;smooth&amp;nbsp;sailing as I thought it would be. Given I've never been on a date before, so I don't know how these things work. Then again, I can say I've watched enough movies to know. Then again again, it's all scripted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I made the reservations late, we came for it late, and the night didn't end with a high note. Not that kind of note, whatever you're thinking right now :P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As wise men say, only fools rush into love. I can say I'm a fool, fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can't really say it's love. At least, not right now. I'm not sure there's mutual connection between us. Sure, there are some things in common. But I don't really see this going anywhere. We're from different lifestyles, somewhat like that human and sparkly vampire love story.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, yeah, tonight wasn't what I expected to be. I was hoping for something with more spark, more impressive, more thought-out. I guess I'm not as awesome as I thought I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Clearly, I'm disappointed. But I do not want to show this, not in front of you, and everyone else for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I feel like I'm chasing something I know that won't come true nor will it be real, but I'm trying to not be myself and fix myself. I'm not broken, but I believe I need the fix to become as normal as possible. I can't shake off my cracks, but at least I can cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I promise next year, I'll try harder. But who knows. Maybe next year, you belong to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just maybe. But with your beauty, sophistication, and spirit for life, you're simply irresistable and charming. Who doesn't love that; you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the three words I can't say just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-2719632094134865630?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/2719632094134865630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=2719632094134865630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2719632094134865630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/2719632094134865630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/pavements-that-i-am-chasing.html' title='Pavements That I Am Chasing'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-6748361018648862461</id><published>2011-02-13T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:19:05.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><title type='text'>La Saint-Valentin</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDmA8qQKhMY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDmA8qQKhMY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's my favourite holiday of all, besides Christmas. Mainly because ... I'm a hopeless romantic :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, tomorrow is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, and I thought of posting up some song selections to add to your playlist. This year (not sure if I posted anything last year), the songs goes through almost all genres, as well as 4 separate lists.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not sure if I'm heading out anywhere tomorrow, but for sure I ain't getting any chocolates for myself. I don't need that extra sugar in my system &amp;nbsp;.. at least, for myself, no. If someone gets em for me, hell yeah ;) Besides, you know how pathetic is it for a guy to get himself chocolates for V-Day? Very.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, here's my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the heartbroken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQJj4w9-WuQ"&gt;Duffy - Rain on My Parade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhpIO9FVXsc"&gt;Pixie Lott - Can't Make This Over&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oba_WwKYH3A"&gt;The Rasmus - The One I Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmSdTa9kaiQ"&gt;U2 - With or Without You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ffgsf3pqaD8"&gt;Jack Johnson - Sitting, Waiting, Wishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvnkAtWcKYg"&gt;Paramore - Decode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR6iYWJxHqs"&gt;Bruno Mars - Grenade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_Zs7XS3XUo"&gt;Adele - Someone Like You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IL-JxXdAXiE"&gt;All Time Low - Toxic Valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nR5XV8Ja_q8"&gt;Lady Gaga - Telephone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agrXgrAgQ0U"&gt;Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAV0XrbEwNc"&gt;Cee-Lo Green - Fuck You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26PAgklYYvo"&gt;James Morrison - Broken Strings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OfsZyYPLoI"&gt;Lady Antebellum - Need You Now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-uEGVUL--c"&gt;TLC - Dear Lie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For The Singles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOk8SI-1YGA"&gt;The Academy Is ... - About A Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQQ0lpYI1RI"&gt;We The Kings - Secret Valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FG1NrQYXjLU"&gt;Billy Idol - Dancing With Myself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Acy1EUnP4k"&gt;Lea Michele/Kristen Chenoweth - Maybe This Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGlvZ3uYRB0"&gt;Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk"&gt;Avril Lavigne - What The Hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGrx6etMl0w"&gt;Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gi-5kgh4ab4"&gt;Gavin DeGraw - I Don't Wanna Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LToyxk97rus"&gt;Diana King - Say A Little Prayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4a8QtvOkBQ&amp;amp;feature=topvideos"&gt;Lady Gaga - Born This Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEHok4S2mos"&gt;Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. - Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQZ7JUhQR-c"&gt;Zero 7 - Distractions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRjBWZeFknE"&gt;Queen - Somebody to Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OI-3dhrk9z4"&gt;Ryan Star - Brand New Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Making Out &amp;amp; More&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEm40-cQgKs"&gt;Des'ree &amp;amp; Babyface - Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IFF9yu5i3k"&gt;James Blunt - Carry You Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTV7v4PuHos"&gt;Pussycat Dolls - Buttons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppUm3TFnhtk"&gt;Katy Perry - Peacock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mzybwwf2HoQ"&gt;Britney Spears - I'm A Slave 4 U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dU0it6apOnQ"&gt;Beyonce - Baby Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fV8vB1BB2qc"&gt;Boys II Men - I'll Make Love To You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-So9lXFt5rM"&gt;Example - Won't Go Quietly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDY42pFwq7c"&gt;Jace Everett- Bad Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdaQwP4hiQY"&gt;Justin Timberlake - Love Sex Magic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-Z3YrHJ1sU"&gt;Edward Maya - Stereo Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvg8oVOig6A"&gt;Dennis de Laat - Sound of Violence (Main Mix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Those In love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Owlv8l0RfE"&gt;Thierry Amiel - L'Amour En Face&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxvNKpAEmaU"&gt;Chuck Prophet - No Other Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C5KYt4s3g4"&gt;Monica - Angel of Mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gbo3LYv7V2c"&gt;He Is We - Happily Ever After&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erFyS5JLjWg"&gt;C21 - Stuck in My Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrBNfXIBqu4"&gt;Muse - Can't Take My Eyes Off You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r796bOgD4O4"&gt;Nada Surf - Here Goes Something&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P27MPi3ZhCg"&gt;Natasha Bedingfield - Soulmate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjhCEhWiKXk"&gt;Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7OxH0BpRY4"&gt;Trading Yesterday - Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ju8Hr50Ckwk"&gt;Alicia Keys - If I Ain't Got You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vgwk8tUT5k"&gt;Bee Gees - How Deep is Your Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6PmNFu9aMM"&gt;Bethany Joy Galeotti &amp;amp; Enation - Feel This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMS0BTh1h8c"&gt;Jasmine Ash - I Wished for You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hs0HELcUYUY"&gt;Jesse McCartney - Because You Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For a Dance or Slow Dance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvvv3EmVo1g"&gt;Colbie Caillat - Dreams Collide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_qqIlcIqjw"&gt;Andrew Belle - All Those Pretty Lights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mwEdSZZG6E"&gt;The Pogues - Love You Till the End&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VReUG7s6Vig"&gt;Rudy Vallée - P.S. I Love You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBKcKQHZXks"&gt;Norah Jones - Come Away With Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NHLsrWAw9k"&gt;Norah Jones &amp;nbsp;- Are You Lonesome Tonight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wd-GHKRwn34"&gt;Tony Bennett - The Way You Look Tonight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5LJWG-sQys"&gt;Evanescence - My Immortal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcM0xkcUpLk"&gt;Aqualung - Garden of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQIGDyEkngY"&gt;Iron &amp;amp; Wine - Such Great Heights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=On2sYT6dUt8"&gt;The Bravery - Ours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCd-kKUFDGA"&gt;Broken Scar - Hey You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4m-j2o7yUk"&gt;A Fine Frenzy - Ashes and Wine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rs3s_CmmVDw"&gt;Garrett Hedlund &amp;amp; Leighton Meester - Give In To Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g03JgYdf45I"&gt;Joss Stone - Super Duper Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s when playing above songs, if anything happens, it ain't on me 'kay :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-6748361018648862461?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/6748361018648862461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=6748361018648862461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6748361018648862461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6748361018648862461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-saint-valentin.html' title='La Saint-Valentin'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-805144483207593413</id><published>2011-01-29T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:26:50.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lost in a Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hXJOADYcxPU?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What started out as a so-so week ended up with two of the worst days so far.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know what happened to me for the last few days. Wednesday went fine, but after that, it didn't. Nothing felt right on Thursday and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a few round of UNO at the airport Starbucks on Wednesday night, my friends and I wen back to campus at 3.00 am. Once I got back to my room, I went straight to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up at 6:30 a.m., my usual time to get up every morning. I realised that there wasn't any class, so I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now,&amp;nbsp;throughout&amp;nbsp;the 3 hrs sleep,I slept a dreamless sleep. After 6:30, my dream was weird. I can't remember it well, but I woke up feeling tired and restless at the same time at 9.00 a.m. I'm not sure if it's a nightmare or what.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess I'm just thinking too much, but I don't know what I am thinking of. I just feel lost. I don' know what to do for Thursday and Friday. I lost my footing, and I don't know how to get back up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe it's because I'm stressed. Yet I'm unsure what is stressing me out. Sure, there's many things going on around me that's worrying me, but none of them stand out enough to get me overworked. I think I need professional help.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also realise that I'm starting to whine here again. *sigh* Apologies, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-805144483207593413?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/805144483207593413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=805144483207593413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/805144483207593413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/805144483207593413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/01/lost-in-nightmare.html' title='Lost in a Nightmare'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hXJOADYcxPU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4395815377252546897</id><published>2011-01-27T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:21:40.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Taking Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5U4pFi5pm5w" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can feel the pressure building inside, and I try my best to keep myself busy just to ignore the fact that I have serious unresolved issues.&lt;br /&gt;
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I gave a speech about taking chances for a public speaking activity today. I went on for 6 minutes saying how chances are a cross between a risk and an opportunity, and how this can affect life. I tried to sound positive, but in true honesty, I feel that chances are like a gamble.&lt;br /&gt;
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True, chances come in many form, but choosing the wrong one, although it might appear right to begin with, can lead to disaster. I chose the life I have now. I chose to make people happy. I chose to ignore my own happiness. I took a chance to change lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I feel I'm being too nice. People even said that straight to my face. Thanks, guys. Tell me something I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;
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In truth, I can't seem to make myself happy. I tried, but eventually, at the end of the day, I feel guilty. I can't seem to make myself happy doing simple things. I get bored to easily. That's why I feel that making others happy makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chances are, I won't find eternal bliss that I've always wanted. Not that I chose not to, just that the chance is there but I don't grab it. I fear for rejection, I fear of commitment, I fear for the choice that I make may not be the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ambrose Redmoon says "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear". I believe in that. Thing is, I'm too scared my life isn't how I want it to be. How I imagined it to turn out.&lt;br /&gt;
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So if you have taken a chance, congratulations. If it's the right one, applause to you. Just don't ever doubt it, for you may end up like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4395815377252546897?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4395815377252546897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4395815377252546897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4395815377252546897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4395815377252546897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/01/taking-chances.html' title='Taking Chances'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5U4pFi5pm5w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4327223461083416489</id><published>2011-01-23T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:03:46.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Funfair. Unexpectedly.</title><content type='html'>OK, so I haven't updated y'all on hwhat's going on so far. 20 days into 2011, and the sun has yet to shine.&lt;br /&gt;
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First off, the rain as been pouring. Not as bad as the Australian floods (may God be with them...), but still bad nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there's the classes. Some classes sart on the first week, some the second. This is week 3, and one class hasn't have much study going on! This time last year, we are already up to our noses with assignments and tutorials. This year, everything seem to be moving at a mediocre pace. I'm not complaining, but boredom settles in much too often.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, there's me. I seem to be facing lots of bad luck lately. My broadband modem failed on me, my car seem to have fequent squeaks and thumps, and my savings are decreasing without any money going in. I nhave to try to be thrifty again, which I don't mind but it gets frustrating and tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;
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My stress level was off the charts, and it was only January, for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, there are turning points. I have my debate family (besides the family and high school family I already have). Oh how I always enjoy myself with them. I guess it's because we're somewhat tightly-knitted, so we feel close and comfortable in each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had one of the worst week this week, week 3. I could say it's the most stressed out week so far. I can't seem to sleep well, I think too much, and I realise I'm getting more and more&amp;nbsp;disorganized/ as the day goes by. Even worse, I don't know what I'm doing every day. It's like I just float around and do things through snap decisions, except for classes of course. those are by the schedule I haven't skipped any yet, not that I plan to, but there are things I need to handle, and my classes are getting in my way, as always.&lt;br /&gt;
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But then, Thursday (20th) came along, and I could say it is the best day of this week and the week hasn't even ended yet!&lt;br /&gt;
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Class was OK. There was a quiz, but the lecturer noticed I struggled with the question, so she said I can take it home and finish it. Then, after class, at around 4, I went to the gym. I don't go for lifting, but just for the aerobics class for now. there wasn't one today, so I did my own thing .. &amp;nbsp;for about 20 minuts. I didn't know much on waht to do, so I left early. Strangely, I became stress-free, suddenly happy. I blame them endorphines. Tonight was also supposed to be debate practice night, but no one showed up expect for Ting, Alex, Vyna, and I. Sad, right? Anyway, We ewaited for an hour but no one turned up, so we left. I was hungry, so I wanted to get some food outside at DI. Alex tagged along; she was hungry too. Then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know how I said I do things based on a snap decision?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, Alex decided that she wanted to go on this pirate-ship-swing ride at the funfair at DI. Knowing me as the scadredy cat, I totally freaked out. But I couldn;t leave her alone on the ride, and there was this feeling that Iw anted to try it too, though I know I'm too scared to admit it. SO we went on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was fun, but I totally freaked out 100% of the entire 3 minutes. Yup, 3 minutes. Long, right? It was like an epic swing, and it creaked. Things were going thru my head, while Alex was enjoying herself much.&lt;br /&gt;
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O.o&lt;br /&gt;
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So, finally, the ride ended, and we got off. Her eyes caught on to the twirl-a-whirl-ish kinda ride, the one that runs in a circle real fast that you might puke (there's a name to this, right?...), but I said it was enough for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
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She's going back there again soon, I can feel it. so then we got some grub, and went back.&lt;br /&gt;
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And that was my first funfair ride in ages :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4327223461083416489?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4327223461083416489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4327223461083416489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4327223461083416489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4327223461083416489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/01/funfair-unexpectedly.html' title='Funfair. Unexpectedly.'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4864943585769801447</id><published>2011-01-07T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:16:32.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings on the wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Undiscovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EnhIIGfOw4A?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;At the age of 21, one would probably discover themselves already. Who they are, what they want, who they want to be with, even learn to love and lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As for me, I'm more of a late bloomer. Back when everyone was all hip and cool and bring along the latest gadget, I'm the one who dress in whatever I feel comfortable in and always the fashion victim. While everyone was in acid-washed jeans, I was wearing my khakis for weekend hangouts with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Then, comes the love part. I fell in love once, or so I thought. What I perceived as love was just a crush that I can't control. No, I didn’t get into an obsession, but there was something in me that say that that one is the one. But I guess I was wrong. So, here I am, age 21, not knowing what love actually is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;In short, I have not discovered myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I found an article just now. It's written for girls, but it piqued my curiosity to read it anyway. It's about alpha male vs. metrosexual. It talks about which type of guy is better to date. There are pros, cons, and criteria to see what type does a particular guy fall in. I read through, and I realised that I am ... neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;It's really weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;OK, I admit, I ain't no ordinary guy. I'm not that epic-ly masculine guy you see all buff exiting the gym every day. I'm more like the guy next door. Then again, I'm neither an alpha male nor a metrosexual. I'm somewhere in between but at the same time lightyears away from either one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I grew up with my mom and sister cos my dad travels a lot. So, I don't get much male influence, even in school. Only when I got to matrix do I gain new friends, and I see them as how guys should be like. The university came, and I meet more guy friends, and I learn even more. So, yes, I am a late bloomer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;How late? I'm still single while one of my guy friends is dating two girls at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;But I guess living with two women most of my teen years has taught me what is wrong the alpha male concept. True, both guys and girls are different, but we're the same when it comes to one thing: emotions. Thus, it's hard for me not to judge a guy if he's doing wrong with a girl, and vice versa. I'm not saying that I understand both genders perfectly, but I'm learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I'm trying to hang out more with guys, but the thing is, I have no one to hang out with. Not many at least. So, I hang out with my girl friends. I learn more about them in hopes that this would be useful if I do fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;If. Eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;So, for y'all out there, love yourself. if you have found yourself. Don't wallow in self pity like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;p/s I think I just broke my NY's resolution not to whine on my blog... meh :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4864943585769801447?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4864943585769801447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4864943585769801447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4864943585769801447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4864943585769801447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2011/01/undiscovered.html' title='Undiscovered'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EnhIIGfOw4A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-4960538984370155603</id><published>2010-12-31T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:03:56.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Auld Lang Syne</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Aop6YF1Xqqg" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The last post of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;
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For starters, this year ain't exactly the best in my life, but I loved it. I got to experience so, so, SO many new things this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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I fulfilled one thing on my 25 Things To Do Before I'm 30 list, and that Learning a Foreign Language. I took French Level 1 this year, and got an A-. I skipped Level 2 last semester, but did my own studying, thanks to Google Translate :P&lt;br /&gt;
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In life, I turned 21. The age of maturity. Hah! I've never felt more like a kid wanting to go crazxy all the time. I've also developed this habit of wanting to go out and have fun, a lot. But with the current economic situation I am in, I have to limit that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have done some things that I only told certain people about, and I guess it should just stay with those certain people. Let's just say it's something my mom said not to do until I'm 25 (if you know me well, you&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;what I mean :P)&lt;br /&gt;
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I developed a secret crush on someone that only one person in the world knows (a different person, not the crushed-on), and as of now, that crush is slowly shrinking, mainly because the one I'm crushing on likes someone else. This is why I just stay away from romance in any form. Heartbreak is not something that you want to haunt your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also learn more about views from both man and woman, or guy and girl. I shared my&amp;nbsp;problems&amp;nbsp;with my girl friends on campus, about everything as much as they shared with me. I hung out and bonded even closer with my guy friends on campus. Let's not forget my sisters who I love so much. Haven't chilled with them in a while, but I guess they're just busy with their own life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I fulfilled some of my resolution that I made last New Year's Day, like losing weight. I can now fit into my Size 32 jeans. Yay! Sadly, I gained it faster. I&amp;nbsp;started&amp;nbsp;to jog around the campus with my girl and guy friends since Semester 2. I lost weight since then, but not so much in body mass. Maybe I'll go to the gym next year, eh.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also did some rather fun things this year, which include a movie premiere of &lt;i&gt;Twilight: Eclipse&lt;/i&gt;. If you have been following my activities closely, you would know that I'm a Twilighter. Yea, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got closer to my debate family. I even got to the finals of Yayasan Sarawak Debate! It's not something to be epicly proud of, but it is an achievement for me. Did OK, got 2nd place, got RM1000 for my effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've also begun to blog more frequently now, but it's full of whining. You must be bored of me by now, huh? I should stop whining here. It makes for no entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've also broke my record of most movies watched this year. I watched 26 movies&amp;nbsp;throughout&amp;nbsp;the entire 2010! Sure, that's not a lot, considering the amount of movies out there this year alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next year, I promise to be a better person. I shall share love everywhere, complain less, smile more, and dress more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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Should old&amp;nbsp;acquaintance&amp;nbsp;be forgot, and never brought to mind? No. Always remember those you know, new and old.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, let's take a cup of kindness, and auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-4960538984370155603?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/4960538984370155603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=4960538984370155603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4960538984370155603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/4960538984370155603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2010/12/auld-lang-syne.html' title='Auld Lang Syne'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Aop6YF1Xqqg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-1115340775277000204</id><published>2010-12-25T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T20:43:49.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Oh, It's Still Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z1rYmzQ8C9Q?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, another Christmas is here, and it went as fast as it arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is just as eventful this year as it was last. That is, not much.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, as usual, there's a Christmas family gathering last night. Usually, we sing Christmas carols to end the night. Last night, that didn't happen. I guess not everyone was in the mood to sing. Well, except for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, we got home around midnight, and since it's officially Christmas, I opened my presents. I got a Twilight bag (not the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Messenger-Bag-Ed-Bella/dp/B002AMW9IC/ref=sr_1_16?s=toys-and-games&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1293280589&amp;amp;sr=1-16"&gt;NECA original&lt;/a&gt;, but who cares? It's awesome!) and a&amp;nbsp;cardigan&amp;nbsp;from my sister, and a Harry Potter T-shirt and Diesel jeans from my mom. In addition, I got myself a present &lt;i&gt;waaaaay&lt;/i&gt; earlier, an iPod Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sure, it ain't no big deal. I mean, other people get presents which are more awesome anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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We don't usually do open house for Christmas, so we&lt;i&gt; balik kampung &lt;/i&gt;for the occasion. Haven't been visiting my grandma for a while, as well as both my grandfathers' graves. After spending an hour or two, we went to visit my uncle, the only one who open his house. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that, back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventful, isn't it. Most of my friends are having open houses. Fun :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Was disappointed I didn't go for Christmas mass this morning. Gotta wake up early for tomorrow morning then. Hopefully they still put Christmas hymns on the list tomorrow. I love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still, God gave me the best present ever, every year: A family who loves me and who I love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Christmas, everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1115340775277000204?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1115340775277000204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1115340775277000204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1115340775277000204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1115340775277000204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-its-still-christmas.html' title='Oh, It&apos;s Still Christmas'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/z1rYmzQ8C9Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-7519172572283356775</id><published>2010-12-24T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:27:31.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Oh, It's Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/TRXG5NjEFQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/1eYx12mmHGw/s1600/Merry+Christmas%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/TRXG5NjEFQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/1eYx12mmHGw/s400/Merry+Christmas%2521.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I designed this myself (with help from an &lt;a href="http://www.adobetutorialz.com/articles/30970180/1/Design-a-simple-illustration-for-Christmas"&gt;online tutorial&lt;/a&gt;, of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it's Day 4, and all is ... tiring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Waking up early is one thing, but trying to stay awake is another.&lt;br /&gt;
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To update, the junior team got into quarter finals on Day 3, but didn't get into semis. It's OK, we're still proud of them. The university team hasn't broke that far for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;
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At night, we went out to BP Mall, the nearest mall to our place. It was quite OK. Wanted to catch a movie, but was afraid we would miss the bus back.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we managed to take the bus back, but what a decision that was. The driver&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;driving steady (but fast) to begin with, but then, at one point, he swayed left, then right ... for no clear reason and he was driving real fast! Woo! At least I've experienced a bus ride in Johor ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Not to mention a sudden but short-lived&amp;nbsp;addiction&amp;nbsp;to UNO cards :D&lt;br /&gt;
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But seriously. For the most part of it, there were food. Lots of food. Breakfast, tea, lunch, tea, dinner, supper. Yes, I can officially say this is the most food-filled tournament I've been to. I seriously felt like I gained weight overnight. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, at least it's almost over. Hoping on a flight back home tomorrow night. UTHM is a lovely, lovely place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-1985955980735160708?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/1985955980735160708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=1985955980735160708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1985955980735160708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/1985955980735160708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2010/12/down-in-royal-creek-ii.html' title='Down in Royal Creek II'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sj04plawlaI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141086667091530994.post-6637300791946635011</id><published>2010-12-21T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:41:00.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>Just feel like typing something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Not on my laptop now anyway, on a friend's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a tiring 5 days here in Johor. Maybe I'll post up something that has real substance soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, or tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141086667091530994-6637300791946635011?l=mellvynm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/feeds/6637300791946635011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141086667091530994&amp;postID=6637300791946635011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6637300791946635011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141086667091530994/posts/default/6637300791946635011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellvynm.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>MeLL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18017660567811088174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNg5rW5pF1w/SyNgD4W5L2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc6l83mAurM/S220/DSC01134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
