<?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-36540528</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:06:09.511+08:00</updated><category term='technology'/><category term='books'/><category term='advertorial'/><category term='Poppy'/><category term='weird stuff'/><category term='Zouk'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Ormond'/><category term='emoness'/><category term='new year&apos;s eve'/><category term='photos'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='hair'/><category term='bimbo'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='langkawi'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='first post'/><category term='results'/><category term='Student Council'/><category term='CSI: NY'/><category term='memes'/><category term='comparison'/><category term='The Sims 2'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='layouts'/><category term='pets'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category term='football'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='outing'/><category term='clubbing'/><category term='work'/><category term='melbourne'/><category term='melaka'/><category term='Ugly Betty'/><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='HPS'/><category term='exams'/><category term='random'/><category term='culture'/><category term='C&apos;est Magnifique'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='videos'/><category term='college'/><category term='Maison'/><category term='music'/><category term='rave'/><category term='accident'/><category term='Eye On Malaysia'/><category term='Somo'/><category term='gaming'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='Chalet'/><category term='movie'/><category term='tamagotchi'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Laundry'/><category term='The Sanctuary'/><category term='important'/><category term='church'/><category term='HMC'/><category term='food'/><category term='exhibition'/><category term='genting'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='Aquaria'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Political Science'/><category term='statistics'/><category term='oh shit'/><category term='love'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='university'/><category term='UV Nation'/><title type='text'>Stop Look Run</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4343275276372576727</id><published>2007-07-06T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:45:38.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Discover The Human Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;John and David dragged me to the &lt;a href="http://humanbody2007.com"&gt;Discover The Human Body&lt;/a&gt; exhibition at the Melbourne Showgrounds Exhibition Hall today. I was a bit iffy about going at first because all bodies, organs and stuff on display are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;. Real organs and bones which have gone through the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plastination&lt;/span&gt; process apparently. It was quite squelchy and squirmy, but quite fascinating as well! They look fake, but ugh, apparently they're quite real. Brrrr. They showed the lungs and brains of a smoker and drug-addict, and then a non-smoker and a person who doesn't do drugs (I forgot what it's called, temporary lapse of memory okay) and it's honestly quite disgusting. Yeecchhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, quite interesting to see your organs up close and personal, as well as full body skeletons (complete with eyes too) staring at you 5 inches away from your face. Definitely worth a visit especially since it's only $20 for students. It ends 15th July 2007 so go see it before then kays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this really funky glass and metal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laptop tower&lt;/span&gt; from Freedom today to put in my room. So pretty! John and I have decided that it will go against the window so that I get the city view while studying! I'll take photos once it gets here - in like, a week. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John also cooked dinner for David and I tonight, yummy barramundi with "Asian greens". Heh heh! Speaking of John, total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;himbo&lt;/span&gt; moment here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John:&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to cook barramundi tonight! *makes a big deal out of it* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;* ONE HOUR LATER *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David:&lt;/span&gt; Have you bought the barramundi yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John:&lt;/span&gt; What's barramundi?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-4343275276372576727?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4343275276372576727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4343275276372576727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4343275276372576727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4343275276372576727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/07/discover-human-body.html' title='Discover The Human Body'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4634899677701758002</id><published>2007-07-05T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:28:42.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Betty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a perfectly good reason why I haven't been blogging. I'm moving my blog over to a new location, and if I blog, I have to convert and move the entries all over again (because I've already moved all existing entries) and that's just tiring :X However, I think it's gonna be a couple more days before I'm done with everything so yeah, I'm back to blogging with A LOT of things to say. It's like not speaking for a week! MEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne's been pretty good. I went out yesterday to buy shelves and maybe a mini desk for my room except I ended up buying clothes and a makeup bag instead. The sales are on in Melbourne too (take that you Malaysian sales people!) and they're quite awesome! I haven't been to Bettina yet to buy a new pair of jeans, but I bought a new Polo shirt because hello, they're going for $70 on sale! :D :D That's RM210 -- in KL, it's RM350! *dies* Even regular price, they're still cheaper than in KL. CRAZYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Sean like mad as always, but never fear, only 12 more days to the 17th :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also obsessed with Ugly Betty (thanks to Jun Wei) except I have to wait for Wy Keith to download for me episode 17 before I can continue watching, heh heh. In the mean time, I've taken to watching House which I don't like. I think Grey's Anatomy is more my cup of tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got to run out now to view an apartment my Mom's thinking of buying. Be back later!&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/36540528-4634899677701758002?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4634899677701758002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4634899677701758002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4634899677701758002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4634899677701758002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-9143575831415340838</id><published>2007-06-29T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:04:34.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back in Melbourne! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying alone was saddening, and shopping at the airport didn't help me because everything was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooglay&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't have time to go into Dior to see the ring I liked, but meh, I wasn't much in a shopping mood anyway because I had to drag my heavy, heavy hand carry bag with me too. Bleargh. I ordered my bed from Ikea today, and it's arriving sometime between 7AM-1PM tomorrow. Meh! I wanted to go shopping so badly too, except I ended up unpacking all my stuff and by the time I was done, it was closing time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting in Jun Wei's room in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; apartment with John, waiting for David to finish showering so we can go eat dinner. It's quite cold outside, but not as cold as I thought it would be - but then again I'm sitting in a heated room and night-time's much colder anyway :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend :(&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/36540528-9143575831415340838?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/9143575831415340838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=9143575831415340838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/9143575831415340838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/9143575831415340838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6183357401570588157</id><published>2007-06-27T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T17:50:31.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Going .. Home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asyraf, Thoina, Reza, and Iylia came over last night to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cluedo&lt;/span&gt;. The messed up thing was that Asyraf managed to win &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how, grrr! :P Lucky guesses. Meh. They were all high on life apparently, and a four rounds of Cluedo later, the dumb jokes and lame ass remarks still ensued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I went for dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sugimoto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;last night&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I think I'm getting fed up of Japanese food. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no, say it isn't so! &lt;/span&gt;:O Speaking of, one of my new favourite Japanese restaurants is in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plaza Damas&lt;/span&gt;, opposite Starbucks (HSC). It's a small place (and quite expensive!) but the food is worth it. I also really like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninja Jones&lt;/span&gt; despite what everyone says. It's cheap, the deco looks like you're in a 5 star restaurant, and the food ain't that bad. Meh. Then again, I've always been before they got all popular and famous, so maybe the standard has gone down. Who knows! We were going for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this morning in Taman Megah, but we got lost halfway and only arrived there at 1PM :D We also got lost going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William's&lt;/span&gt; the other night (cheese naan craving), and ended up in Subang instead. Meh. Apparently our sense of direction ain't so good, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Melbourne tomorrow night, and I'm quite looking forward to it - it's just the plane ride I cannot stand. The first time I had Jun Wei (who just doesn't sleep at all) to keep me company, and then coming back I knocked out for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; flight (literally, I fell asleep before take-off and woke up when we were landing) so it wasn't bad at all. But this time, I'm travelling alone! *cries* I've never travelled alone before, you know! I'm such a baby. However, I've discovered a cure. I'm going to go duty-free shopping in the airport as if my life depended on it. Then on the plane, I can think of everything pretty I bought and feel happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's telling me how freaking cold Melbourne is now, and I'm getting a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; bit scared because I'm a bit of a pussy when it comes to cold weather. No, seriously. In summer, I asked Sean to switch on the heater one night because it was too cold. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN SUMMER&lt;/span&gt;. Jun Wei tells me Marcus' room is the coldest room in the apartment too. Oh lord. I told my Mom that I'll just sit at home in front of the heater all day and be happy, and she went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And what about classes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Oops. I forgot about that. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big changes gonna be happening to my blog within the next few days. I'm moving. Watch out for that soon ;)&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/36540528-6183357401570588157?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6183357401570588157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6183357401570588157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6183357401570588157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6183357401570588157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-home.html' title='Going .. Home?'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1527819173943543073</id><published>2007-06-25T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:51:53.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquaria'/><title type='text'>Aquaria KLCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sean and I being the bored people we are, decided to pay a visit to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquaria KLCC&lt;/span&gt; today! :) We made a stop at KL Sentral first because I had to pick up my plane ticket (I'm leaving this Thursday!) and grab a quick bite to eat. Overall it wasn't too bad, but it's not worth your RM25 (international student price, local students get RM20 admission). It was too short! We were really starting to have fun when it all just .. ended .. very abruptly. Meh. However, we were lucky enough to be there during the shark feeding time, and can I just say, sharks look SO FIERCE okay. Damn scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to upload the photos here, and my blog is starting to look to colourful for my liking already because there are just too many photos .. so check out my &lt;a href="http://captivated.deviantart.com"&gt;portfolio&lt;/a&gt; for photos, okay? There are a couple of nice shots there. I was testing out my new camera, and I'm pleased to say that I'm 100% happy with it, except for the ISO, but then again it's meant to be a point-and-shoot digital camera, not an SLR or anything -- so I suppose it's pretty good for a plain and simple cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up walking around KLCC for four hours and paying RM9.00 for parking. Ouch. I found this men's ring in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gucci&lt;/span&gt; which I really, really like (I even tried it on) and I'm actually considering getting it because it looked good on my finger. It's between that and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dior&lt;/span&gt; one, I suppose, but I'm going to wait until I go back to Melbourne first because they tend to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; nicer things there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; Gucci's salespeople. They're EXTREMELY rude. Hello woman, you're working behind the counter, I'm shopping here, STFU kthnxbye. Actually, this goes for Malaysian salespeople in general. In Melbourne when I was in Gucci, the saleswoman was so nice to me, and she kept gushing on and on about how cute my phone was (and called her friends to come and see too) so I was happy, and happy customers spend more money. Even if I didn't like anything (but I did, but that's another story ..) I would buy something because of their service. It goes the same for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bettina Liano&lt;/span&gt;. The salespeople there were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so nice &lt;/span&gt;and she called me "Gorgeous", "Honey" and "Sweetpea" all in 15 minutes, heh! I CANNOT IMAGINE MALAYSIANS DOING THAT. Skanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and Aaron just went to buy the newest Monopoly version, the one with the bank card swipey thing. Damn cool, and it's only RM150! We're not quite sure what to do with the old version we have (it's exactly the same - Here And Now - except no swipey thing and bank cards) but oh well, sigh!&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/36540528-1527819173943543073?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1527819173943543073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1527819173943543073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1527819173943543073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1527819173943543073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/aquaria-klcc.html' title='Aquaria KLCC'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6166083658317817518</id><published>2007-06-23T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:45:45.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Oooh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spending so much money these past two days on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/span&gt; is damn painful! It's like, one thing if you go shopping and buy a pretty bag or two, but it's a bit painful when you spend it on nothing like what we've been doing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Thursday night was Maison night which was alright lah, there's been better Maison nights. We practically had to fight with so many people to keep our (very nice and comfy) table. I find it damn rude when you're all just sitting there and then a group of other people suddenly come, put their bottles on your table and sit with you (obviously trying to steal your table lah). I mean yes, there are no bottles currently open, but how do you know we're not opening anymore? And I mean come on, your parents never teach you manners is it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about asking first?!&lt;/span&gt; The thing is right, if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; ask nicely, honestly it would make things a lot easier, everyone will be happy and fine. When you come in and stick your smelly butt next to mine, then we got issues. Beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of that, a lot of money, a couple of bottles, already close to RM1000 contributed to bloody Maison. Can I just say that I hate the taste of Dewars? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM300&lt;/span&gt; for that icky tasting nonsense, bleaargghh! Some more it was so packed because everyone's back and all exams are over too, it was impossible to go on the dance floor. Crazyness. As bad as Melbourne clubs already. I made Sean take me to Burger King before going, and I had an entire French Chicken in the car on the way, oink oink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnyzAGkDznI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MCoEQDktlqU/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnyzAGkDznI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MCoEQDktlqU/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079131294110305906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rnys7WkDzcI/AAAAAAAAASo/-kBSzuLogE0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rnys7WkDzcI/AAAAAAAAASo/-kBSzuLogE0/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079124615436160450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnytDWkDzdI/AAAAAAAAASw/DJzOb-gviX4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rnyy0GkDzmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/E-qme9_l6MI/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079131087951875682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnyzIGkDzoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5lTr1URzviY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnyzIGkDzoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5lTr1URzviY/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079131431549259394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, Daniel's in this month's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seventeen Magazine&lt;/span&gt; under the "Meet Guy" page thingy *giggle giggle* We were thinking of selling him off if we couldn't pay our karaoke bill because he would fetch a higher price, what with being Seventeen's featured guy and all that, nyaks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night ten of us (pretty much the same people last night including Ashleigh too!) went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;StarKTV&lt;/span&gt; at Bangsar Shopping Centre for karaoke :) Normally whenever I go with Ching, Mrina, and Jun Wei, we only pay head charges (roughly about RM50) because we don't open bottle, but when we opened bottle last night, the bill came up to a whopping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM1076.30&lt;/span&gt;! I don't wanna think of how many bags I can buy with that money -- but actually to be honest, I can't even buy one with 1000 bucks o_O Ah well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocha went to a new home today :( Sad lah, now we're dog-less. At least he found a better home though, he's gonna be treated like a prince there. Boo. We've never not had a dog around. So lonely.&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/36540528-6166083658317817518?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6166083658317817518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6166083658317817518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6166083658317817518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6166083658317817518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/oooh.html' title='Oooh.'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnyzAGkDznI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MCoEQDktlqU/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8013992500485046260</id><published>2007-06-22T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:26:28.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertorial'/><title type='text'>Advertorial: Star Celeb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://starceleb.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rns80mkDzZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bneDdNX0vRk/s400/starceleb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078719879193021842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I've always wanted to try being on a reality show, but I can't sing, I'd probably collapse and die on The Amazing Race, and I don't want to be on a tacky dating show! :( Let's just say I'm not a very talented person, heh heh. However, one thing I think Malaysia needs is better hosts, brand ambassadors, and models. I don't know about you guys, but I'm fed up of hosts who pretend their "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;England is veddy powderful&lt;/span&gt;" or are so boring that you can fall asleep even during the most exciting part of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://starceleb.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rns-12kDzbI/AAAAAAAAASg/C2svQTi2NKk/s400/starceleb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078722099691113906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when I saw the &lt;a href="http://starceleb.tv/"&gt;StarCeleb&lt;/a&gt; (by Centurise Media) advertisements on my blog, I automatically thought to myself "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no, another singing reality show which will produce a nobody who will become a singing somebody for all of five seconds&lt;/span&gt;", and we all know we're swamped with reality show singer wannabes already! BUT when I read more, apparently &lt;a href="http://www.starceleb.tv/"&gt;StarCeleb&lt;/a&gt; is actually searching for the best host, brand ambassador, and model -- HOORAY, you don't need to know how to sing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestants will undergo and audition process (there are 4 days for auditions, starting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;) and the top 60 contestants will be selected and featured on television. This new reality show is hosted by May Wan and Daniel Tan. Each of the winners will get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM25,000&lt;/span&gt; and a one year hosting/modelling contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rns-hmkDzaI/AAAAAAAAASY/F9U3NzjOTAE/s1600-h/danieltan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rns-hmkDzaI/AAAAAAAAASY/F9U3NzjOTAE/s400/danieltan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078721751798762914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Want to audition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Male/Female aged 18-30 years old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fluent in English or Mandarin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Possess the charm, ability, style, and X-factor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Date: 23rd - 24th June, 30th June - 1st July&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time: 10am - 5pm everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Venue: Parkroyal Hotel, Level 2 Catleya Rooms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I suggest you &lt;a href="http://www.starceleb.tv/"&gt;register online&lt;/a&gt; first to get priority in the queue! Make sure you bring along your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I/C&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one recent colour photo&lt;/span&gt; of yourself to the audition too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Photos from last night at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maison&lt;/span&gt; will be posted later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-8013992500485046260?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8013992500485046260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8013992500485046260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8013992500485046260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8013992500485046260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/advertorial-star-celeb.html' title='Advertorial: Star Celeb!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rns80mkDzZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bneDdNX0vRk/s72-c/starceleb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4326983468694101317</id><published>2007-06-21T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:16:54.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Mocha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My family decided to put our silky terrier (Mocha) up for adoption recently since our other dog, Meeko, passed away a couple of weeks ago :( Mocha's so lonely at home because everyone's busy with their own lives, and we could actually keep him in the porch, but then the cats get upset. He's already four years old, and he deserves a better home where he can be the center of attention again. I've got tons of replies to my &lt;a href="http://www.puppy.com.my"&gt;Puppy.com.my&lt;/a&gt; advertisement, and I'm going bonkers trying to remember who said what and who is who, but I'm going to let everyone meet him first before deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in adopting a purebred male silky terrier, let me know. He's roughly 4 years old, microchipped, MKA certified (I don't know if I can find the papers though ...) and was originally a show dog until .. he got too fat, hee hee. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave a comment with your e-mail address&lt;/span&gt; if you're interested.&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/36540528-4326983468694101317?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4326983468694101317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4326983468694101317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4326983468694101317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4326983468694101317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/mocha.html' title='Mocha'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4767599656148495917</id><published>2007-06-20T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:01:22.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamagotchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Three Little Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have tons of photos for you in this post :D Night before last, Asyraf, Reza, Thoina, and I went to check out Nigel's new apartment at Contessa. I really like it because it's very cosy, and the apartment community seems very quiet. His Mom did up the apartment really nicely too. Last night, Mrina, Thoina, Nigel and I went for dinner in celebration of Mrina's emancipation (her A-Levels officially ended last night). We had steamboat at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coca&lt;/span&gt; because Nigel wanted it, and when he mentioned it, I suddenly developed a strong craving for steamboat too. I'm always happy with the steamboat at Coca because it's worth every penny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we picked up Ching Yi and went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee Bean, BV II&lt;/span&gt; to chill and chitchat. Gamms joined us there later, and then I started getting hungry for Devi's lambchops so we went on over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hartamas&lt;/span&gt; and joined the guys there. Sat there and talked for life, came back at 3AM and I don't know why, I was just so tired that I crashed until 1PM. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tamagotchi has grown, had a baby with Sean's, and now today, my adorable, intelligent Lyla has left and I'm stuck with the baby (a boy I named Dodo) alone. He gets hungry every 5 minutes, is constantly unhappy, and just shits all the time. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnjBCGkDzMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/c6VCYiL_64g/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078020821725990082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnjBLGkDzNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S0NWLT-jV20/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnjBLGkDzNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S0NWLT-jV20/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078020976344812754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnjBQWkDzOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/QXaw1wgY2a8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnjBQWkDzOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/QXaw1wgY2a8/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078021066539125986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnjBV2kDzPI/AAAAAAAAARA/akYG0f-W0r0/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnjCjWkDzYI/AAAAAAAAASI/UyLSbgPQnCY/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078022492468268418" border="0" /&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/36540528-4767599656148495917?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4767599656148495917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4767599656148495917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4767599656148495917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4767599656148495917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/three-little-pigs.html' title='Three Little Pigs'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnjA4WkDzKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xeqnJAnzyXw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1521657920603729087</id><published>2007-06-19T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:47:17.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Straightjacket Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Yesterday was hell but today&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you would be&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you put me through&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on by letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--- The All American Rejects: Straightjacket Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-1521657920603729087?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1521657920603729087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1521657920603729087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1521657920603729087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1521657920603729087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/straightjacket-feeling.html' title='Straightjacket Feeling'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-617592306069812090</id><published>2007-06-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:28:06.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoness'/><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnaIDGkDzJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bib0FPygcCk/s1600-h/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnaIDGkDzJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bib0FPygcCk/s400/stairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077395216789654674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day you stop climbing because you know what? The climb isn't worth the effort anymore. It isn't worth it anymore. Photo taken at Star Hill Gallery by me sometime last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-617592306069812090?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/617592306069812090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=617592306069812090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/617592306069812090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/617592306069812090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnaIDGkDzJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bib0FPygcCk/s72-c/stairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-2865404457063794768</id><published>2007-06-17T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:39:00.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamagotchi'/><title type='text'>Oh, so tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at 9.00AM today because Ze and I were supposed to help be Mar's &lt;s&gt;models&lt;/s&gt; slaves for her Photography class assignment. It was a fashion photography task, but she wanted to add an edge to it too :) After all that (including scary eye make-up), we went for a very late lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bestari&lt;/span&gt; before she dropped me off at Bangsar Village to meet my Mom. I've decided which camera I want to get! This is it, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sony DSC-W55&lt;/span&gt; in baby blue.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnUc6GkDzII/AAAAAAAAAQI/7LozDInn3Us/s1600-h/dsc-w55-l_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnUc6GkDzII/AAAAAAAAAQI/7LozDInn3Us/s400/dsc-w55-l_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076995939449949314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll probably go back to Low Yat tomorrow to get it since the man there offered me a better deal than the man at Bangsar Village (well, no duh). When I came back home, I crashed completely, and slept so soundly until my maid woke me up for dinner. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; feel like going back to sleep some more because I don't know why, I'm just so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's tamagotchi grew to the ninja one, while mine is still the cute big-eyed one, hee hee.&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/36540528-2865404457063794768?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/2865404457063794768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=2865404457063794768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2865404457063794768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2865404457063794768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-so-tired.html' title='Oh, so tired.'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnUc6GkDzII/AAAAAAAAAQI/7LozDInn3Us/s72-c/dsc-w55-l_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-7644563562211615265</id><published>2007-06-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:13:07.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Cowabunga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night was the first time since the beginning of the year (or the end of last year) that all of us (Mrina, Ching, me, Asyraf, Thoina, Gamms, Nigel) were back together again :) The only people missing were Iylia and Jun Wei, who are both still in Melbourne. We were supposed to have dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt;, but it was so packed. We ended up in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William's&lt;/span&gt; instead because Ching wanted "local food". Super big downgrade, okay :P Nevermind, we did look extremely overdressed for William's though. Gamms was wearing shoes, but when he heard we were going to William's, he changed to slippers in his car, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was as good as always though, and we were originally gonna go karaoke, but we ended up sitting in Devi's talking for like, 4-5 hours! Moved on to Asyraf's house then, and kept talking until about 6AM, when Mrina, Ching, and I crashed in my bed and slept until 2PM the next day, ahh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Fong was telling me that yesterday and today were the two coldest days in Melbourne .. in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decade&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday was -2 degrees, and today's -1. That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; makes me feel like not going back man, I like being able to wear whatever I want in Malaysia, and not worry about whether I'm gonna freeze my ass off or not! :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Father's Day Dinner tonight instead of tomorrow, and we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt; where we all ate like pigs, and now I feel like my tummy is gonna split open and my guts are gonna spill out. Yes, I'm aware that I'm a very disturbed, graphic person. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9PWkDzCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iT7ihP7Bshc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9PWkDzCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iT7ihP7Bshc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076679645173369890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9W2kDzDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hzX22gYnQUE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9W2kDzDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hzX22gYnQUE/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076679774022388786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9e2kDzEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/w2pGLp3B8hE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9e2kDzEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/w2pGLp3B8hE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076679911461342274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9nmkDzFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/N5cVgfXyScU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9nmkDzFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/N5cVgfXyScU/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076680061785197650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9uWkDzGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RjuUbgWOnk0/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9uWkDzGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RjuUbgWOnk0/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076680177749314658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9zmkDzHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AsEMucJI5cs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9zmkDzHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AsEMucJI5cs/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076680267943627890" border="0" /&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/36540528-7644563562211615265?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7644563562211615265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=7644563562211615265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7644563562211615265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7644563562211615265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/cowabunga.html' title='Cowabunga!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnP9PWkDzCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iT7ihP7Bshc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-3300345405420152398</id><published>2007-06-15T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:32:20.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamagotchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Memetchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We finally had a very belated 5 Mars group hang last night, except without Thoina and Mrina, and including our 5 Jupiter person, Nigel :P Sean, Freddie, Ching, Asyraf, Nigel, Gamms and I met up in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Bodega&lt;/span&gt; yesterday for drinks and chit-chat, FINALLY, after days of FFKing each other. After that, Sean, Freddie, Ching and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&amp;W Petaling Jaya&lt;/span&gt; to eat cause we're pigs like that. We decided to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel&lt;/span&gt;'s (who we sent off at KL Sentral yesterday, boo hoo! He's all the way back in Indonesia now, sigh) apartment to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0940642/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;200 Pound Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which everyone loved and cried to (yes, 2 guys and 2 girls, and both guys and a girl end up crying) except for me. I don't know why, I just find her damn annoying. Like, shut up and stop whining for heaven's sake. You're already gorgeous, so just ... stop whining! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching and Freddie argued in the car all the way to Mont Kiara from A&amp;W, and then all the way through the movie as well. It started out with them "debating" about equal rights first, and then it moved on to whatever Ching said, Freddie would disagree. Then it went on to how Freddie said Ching called him a jerk, but Ching denies it and says that if she were to call Freddie anything, it would be an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was dead tired after all that, so I came home and slept. Woke up at 1PM after 10 hours of glorious, restful sleep. Aaahh :) I think I'm starting to get lazy and pig-like because I'm on such a long holiday. I've been on holiday since April, and I only start school in July :D So nice, but it tends to get boring a lot. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tamagotchi grew to a Memetchi :D It's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnIkG2kDzBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-rp_ewJ-Tso/s1600-h/memetchi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnIkG2kDzBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-rp_ewJ-Tso/s400/memetchi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076159430144543762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36540528-3300345405420152398?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3300345405420152398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=3300345405420152398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3300345405420152398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3300345405420152398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/memetchi.html' title='Memetchi'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RnIkG2kDzBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-rp_ewJ-Tso/s72-c/memetchi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1191803939616969967</id><published>2007-06-13T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:17:51.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamagotchi'/><title type='text'>We Have No Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I have no life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out today and came back home with two of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rm_t2WkDzAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Hu4Xub5jH6w/s1600-h/158030_V4Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rm_t2WkDzAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Hu4Xub5jH6w/s400/158030_V4Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075536823095380994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad my boyfriend's manly enough to cater to my every whim and fancy, even when it's a tad bit too feminine for him :P Mine is pink and his is blue. Mine's a girl (after I reset it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt; times) and his is a boy! We're gonna make them have cute little Tama babies, you just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Sean, Chantel and I sent Lionel to the airport because he was going back to Indonesia -- except we left Mont Kiara at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.55PM&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.55PM&lt;/span&gt; flight, and you have to check in at least an hour before an international flight. We got to the airport at about 3.20PM and the check in counter was closed already so Lionel missed his flight! :( He's going off tomorrow instead. On the way home, I drove and it was raining quite heavily, graaawwwrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to play with my new toy some more, heh heh. Toodles!&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/36540528-1191803939616969967?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1191803939616969967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1191803939616969967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1191803939616969967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1191803939616969967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-have-no-life.html' title='We Have No Life'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rm_t2WkDzAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Hu4Xub5jH6w/s72-c/158030_V4Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4127057473856033994</id><published>2007-06-12T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:08:24.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Gasp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you know that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;University round-about&lt;/span&gt; in Petaling Jaya is gone? They finally completed construction of the flyover that connects the 3 o'clock road to the 9 o'clock road, and then right underneath it is a traffic light. Sean and I had a huge shock when we decided to go for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&amp;W&lt;/span&gt; at 2AM last night. The round-about was just there when we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SS2&lt;/span&gt; last week, and now it's .. GONE. It's damn shocking. At least the traffic is more controlled now, but I will miss that round-about. Sigh. T'was the first round-about I ever drove through. So sad! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last Mandarin class. Again, so sad :( I'm gonna miss my Mandarin teacher okay, he's such a cute eccentric old man. I think I've seen him way more often than I've seen any of my friends, considering I have tuition everyday! Sigh! He's a nice man lah. If anyone wants an awesome Mandarin teacher who specializes in intensive courses, let me know! He charges RM70 per lesson, and used to teach in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor's College&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;a href="http://pastwelve.blogspot.com"&gt;Pearly&lt;/a&gt;'s post about her car and parking ticket reminds me of a similar dilemma Sean and I were in a few weeks ago. I don't think I've blogged about this here, heh heh. What happened was that we spent half an hour looking for the bloody parking ticket all over his car, under his car, around his car .. EVERYTHING. We couldn't find the damn thing and our efforts to steal another ticket failed (I didn't know you have to have a car in front of the machine before it dispenses a ticket!), so we had to pay the lost ticket fee which was ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM50&lt;/span&gt;. We were both a bit depressed as we left Midvalley, and then SUDDENLY, Sean saw something reflecting in between his seat and the handbrake and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voila&lt;/span&gt;, there it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spooky thing was that I ran my hand down there at least a hundred times, and I even had a good look in that exact same spot. Not only that, but Sean did the same thing about a thousand times. So we had to double-back and inform them that we found the ticket -- and they refunded our RM50 :) Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping now. Early &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow with Sean :)&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/36540528-4127057473856033994?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4127057473856033994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4127057473856033994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4127057473856033994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4127057473856033994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/gasp.html' title='Gasp!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6386112542551632863</id><published>2007-06-10T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:23:05.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>UV Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My legs have turned into rubber. I suppose that's what dancing non-stop from 10PM to 2AM does to you :S It's not like clubbing you know, where you can sit down, have a drink, get up and dance to relaxing, laid-back R&amp;B music some more, yadda yadda yadda. It's a bloody rave where you have to stand up and dance &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;energetically&lt;/span&gt; for heaven's sake. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! Watching people start to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fly high&lt;/span&gt; was funny though, heh heh! But for heaven's sake, if you decide to pop, please put on your sunglasses because watching your eyes roll everywhere is quite very the scary, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny Benassi&lt;/span&gt;'s set was a big let-down. I didn't like it at all except for the last song (remixed Fix You by Coldplay). It all sounded repetitive and boring, meh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I ventured over to the R&amp;B area instead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bass Agents&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ Desire&lt;/span&gt; were good. I liked them better than Benassi. I thought the whole "rave in a car park" thing looked pretty cool, and the UV lights were pretty and glowy, but hello, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how can you run out of beer at a rave&lt;/span&gt;? Not only that, to buy bloody drinks, you have to look for the chicks in red UV Nation shirts to buy coupons from them, and they have the annoying habit of wandering off somewhere. I mean please, if you're selling the damn drink coupons, JUST STAY IN FRONT OF THE DRINKS COUNTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the whole world (except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; who's too much of a nerd to go) was there including my 15 year old sister and her friends. Good heavens. The whole world was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devi's&lt;/span&gt; after that too. Saw everyone when we headed over there at about 3AM. Hung around, chit-chatted with Justin, blah blah blah, came back home at 5AM and woke up about an hour ago feeling quite awake and refreshed for god know's what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ching Yi&lt;/span&gt; called me just now -- SHE'S BACK!!!! :D :D :D&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/36540528-6386112542551632863?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6386112542551632863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6386112542551632863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6386112542551632863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6386112542551632863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/uv-nation.html' title='UV Nation'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-3439120396020165708</id><published>2007-06-09T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:53:12.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Bits of Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been trying to watch the finale of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia's Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt; for two days now, and I can't because my stupid internet connection keeps cutting off those damn Youtube videos, raaawwrr! I hate Malaysian internet with a passion *pokes it* I'm really curious to see who wins -- Alice or Steph. I like them both in their own way, but I honestly don't see Steph's face as being as beautiful as the judges constantly rave about. Meh. And how bitchy was it when Jane went to hug Steph and just ignored Alice?! :O I love Jane though, she's all sorts of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very angry at the MAS website because the booking thingy is so freaking annoying. Here I am trying to book my flight, and it keeps timing out. I don't dare refresh anything because I don't want to get another $3000 charge billed on the credit card, thank you. Right now, I'm flying on the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 28th of June&lt;/span&gt;, hooray! I was worried that Jun Wei and Wy Keith would be back in KL by then, and I don't want to stay all alone in a three bedroom apartment .. but Wy Keith's not coming back and David's staying there for awhile too! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny Benassi&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UV Nation&lt;/span&gt; :) :) I'm pumped! I'm a bit iffy about the idea that it's in One Utama, and in the car park no less .. but we'll see. Who knows, it could be kinda cool. UV lights and all that. I have no idea what I want to wear yet, but I wanna wear a bit of white so I glow, heh heh! Cheap thrills! :D&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/36540528-3439120396020165708?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3439120396020165708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=3439120396020165708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3439120396020165708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3439120396020165708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/bits-of-random.html' title='Bits of Random'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5798497433621819026</id><published>2007-06-07T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:49:56.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbo'/><title type='text'>My Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Out of all the reactions upon hearing that our beloved Prime Minister is going to &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/6/7/nation/17957296&amp;sec=nation"&gt;walk down the aisle&lt;/a&gt; again, I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;'s one is the best. Among the whispers and scandalous looks, and the happy wishes for the couple, my boyfriend's one stands out the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Did you hear that Pak Lah's getting married again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;: Who's Pak Lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the petrol station, we headed to the air pump to pump his tires, and there was a huge sign saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angin &amp; Air&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; What's "angin"? Water is it? So it's Water &amp; Air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Angin is wind lah! And air is WATER! You know, like how I order &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;air suam&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;... oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I love my boyfriend lah. He out&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played poker with Daniel, Justin, and Lionel last night! In the end, it was just Daniel and me, but Daniel won in the end :P I'm not very good in poker, although I suppose it's all luck instead of skill -- but I have no poker face, heh heh. I was hungry throughout the entire game, so I was sorta just throwing money away in hopes that the game would end faster, and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roti telur&lt;/span&gt; would end up in my stomach sooner. Unfortunately, the game went on for 4 bloody hours, and it was 3.30AM by the time I ended up eating :(&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/36540528-5798497433621819026?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5798497433621819026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5798497433621819026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5798497433621819026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5798497433621819026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-boyfriend.html' title='My Boyfriend'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1718636853658687029</id><published>2007-06-06T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:31:55.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Make Poverty History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmaSjWkDy-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/kjutm3FG76I/s1600-h/poverty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmaSjWkDy-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/kjutm3FG76I/s400/poverty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072903166329342946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this photo somewhere along Jln. Bukit Bintang sometime last year. It's always been in my &lt;a href="http://captivated.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt portfolio&lt;/a&gt;, and one of the more "awakening" photos I've taken. Recently, it has been featured in a culture news article regarding poverty, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make Poverty History &lt;/span&gt;charity on DeviantArt over &lt;a href="http://news.deviantart.com/article/29904/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :) It's an insightful article with a lot of other (and better!) photos as well, so be sure to check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-1718636853658687029?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1718636853658687029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1718636853658687029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1718636853658687029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1718636853658687029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/make-poverty-history.html' title='Make Poverty History'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmaSjWkDy-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/kjutm3FG76I/s72-c/poverty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-3698227705971125216</id><published>2007-06-06T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:02:19.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>New Layout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In case you didn't notice (which you have to be pretty blind not to) I decided to get rid of the previous layout and put up something more user friendly and simple -- something easier to read without taking 2391284 years to load, and also compatible in more browsers too. All HTML and CSS have been &lt;a href="http://validator.w3.org/"&gt;validated&lt;/a&gt; except the stupid Blogger codes which I can't be bothered with. Blogger's codes are so incredibly messy, it's pissing me off. I'm still using HTML 4.0 because I'm too lazy to change it to XHTML which is even more user friendly and compatible. I'll do that tomorrow night or something, I can't be bothered to do it now. I never really understood XHTML tags, so I'll read up on it later. Right now my eyes are crossed from coding and designing and configuring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to buy cloth for the dress the tailor is sewing me. I had to buy three pieces -- black velvet, cotton, and lace. My Mom asked me to buy the cloth myself because she says I'm incredibly fussy when it comes to my clothes (which is very true, proof is the dozens of tailored dresses I have which didn't turn out to my liking). So I bought all three pieces and was very happy with myself except my Mom calls to tell me the velvet is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too thick&lt;/span&gt;, the cotton looks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too cheap&lt;/span&gt;, and the lace&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; looks like a curtain&lt;/span&gt;! :( Graaawwrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decanter&lt;/span&gt; for drinks just now. After awhile, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freddie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; came too. I had my first mug of beer in god know's how long :) The quitting drinking thing has really agreed with me. I don't know, when you kinda (really) almost died, you tend to think twice about things you used to do frequently. My Mom claims the health specialist (WTF) told her to put me on a brown rice and water ONLY diet for a week. BROWN RICE AND WATER ONLY, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess!&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/36540528-3698227705971125216?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3698227705971125216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=3698227705971125216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3698227705971125216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3698227705971125216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6546841422117310117</id><published>2007-06-05T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:48:35.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Melaka Part 3 (.. and stuff)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't realise the whole blogosphere was talking about &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt; vs. &lt;a href="http://advertlets.com/"&gt;Advertlets&lt;/a&gt;, but oh well, I have both. I don't really care which earns more, which has so-and-so features, blah blah blah. I'm a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like pretty things&lt;/span&gt;. The reason why I signed up with Advertlets first before Nuffnang was because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Advertlets website and control panel was prettier and easier to use&lt;/span&gt; :D However, I then noticed Advertlets had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 visitors a day policy&lt;/span&gt;, and I only get roughly about 70-80 unique visitors a day (a far cry from those days when my old blog used to have 140-200 unique readers a day, ah those were the days). And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it also took Advertlets a long, long time to inform me about what was going on with my account&lt;/span&gt; after I successfully collected 50 poll thingies and all that, so I got fed up and joined Nuffnang. Nuffnang was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really fast &lt;/span&gt;to inform me that my stats were collected, and that I had an advertiser interested. So far, they're my favourite. Advertlets tends to leave me in the dark about some things -- like I would have appreciated being informed when the 50 collections were done, and a rough time frame and explanation of what happens next .. that sorta thing, you know? After that I noticed that Advertlets reduced their unique visitors a day thingy to 50, and I definitely could meet that so I re-posted the Advertlets banner up here. Then apparently now I think they don't require you have a certain number of unique hits, but of course, you don't earn much money with low hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to sum it up, I like Advertlets because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the website is pretty&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;control panel is pretty&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ad banners they place are pretty&lt;/span&gt; (although I'm not quite sure why my Advertlets banner doesn't align as well as my Nuffnang one). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuffnang's control panel's quite ugly&lt;/span&gt;. I like Nuffnang because they were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast in doing things&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't have to ask questions&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything was explained&lt;/span&gt; to me. Other than that, I don't really care which gives you more or which has what features. I don't expect to make money from my blog because I don't get that many unique hits (honestly, you'd be wasting your time if you got below 50 unique hits a day anyway) -- but I've always wanted to try ad scripts out, and since these two are local, it encouraged me to join :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough babbling, on to the last part of photos from Melaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBRgFU1CI/AAAAAAAAANw/sm1QzwZFiE4/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBRgFU1CI/AAAAAAAAANw/sm1QzwZFiE4/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250849251873826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBZQFU1DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KbnEqgW-ZdA/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBZQFU1DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KbnEqgW-ZdA/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250982395860018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBkQFU1EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q-cJGWDpyOo/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBkQFU1EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q-cJGWDpyOo/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072251171374421058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBsAFU1FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h8YssvFFIJc/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBsAFU1FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h8YssvFFIJc/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072251304518407250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBzAFU1GI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Xqsc-TKWhqc/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBzAFU1GI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Xqsc-TKWhqc/s400/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072251424777491554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRB5gFU1HI/AAAAAAAAAOY/abdlAkwfJwc/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRB5gFU1HI/AAAAAAAAAOY/abdlAkwfJwc/s400/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072251536446641266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRCAgFU1II/AAAAAAAAAOg/3LTByeS-Gh0/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRCAgFU1II/AAAAAAAAAOg/3LTByeS-Gh0/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072251656705725570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRCHgFU1JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XzLsjU3Xsok/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRCHgFU1JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XzLsjU3Xsok/s400/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072251776964809874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRCSQFU1KI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6J0dNqQt-PY/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRCSQFU1KI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6J0dNqQt-PY/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072251961648403618" border="0" /&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/36540528-6546841422117310117?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6546841422117310117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6546841422117310117&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6546841422117310117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6546841422117310117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/melaka-part-3-and-stuff.html' title='Melaka Part 3 (.. and stuff)'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmRBRgFU1CI/AAAAAAAAANw/sm1QzwZFiE4/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-9080716315799466758</id><published>2007-06-04T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:15:14.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Melaka Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the way back from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;'s house today, we got stuck in this massive jam on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jalan Duta&lt;/span&gt;. After sitting in stand-still traffic for 45 minutes, I decided to go join the other people who were getting out of their cars to see what was going on. It was drizzling, pretty cold, the grass was muddy, and I was in shorts and my pretty baby blue (and very easily stained) &lt;a href="http://www.havaianas.com.au/content/home.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Havainas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so needless to say, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busybody&lt;/span&gt; Malaysian in me came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that there was a landslide, and it brought down a tree (or maybe two, or three) on to the highway and right on top of a poor little Kancil :\ The car was trapped under this huge tree, and the firemen and police people were already there trying to get it out. The whole side of the highway was completely blocked, so it looked like we weren't going anywhere anytime soon, but then traffic got re-routed through the back lanes and everything was fine after that! I hope no one was injured (I didn't stay around to find out, of course), but we'll read about it in tomorrow's newspapers for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what a small world -- I didn't realise &lt;a href="http://xes.cx/"&gt;Xes&lt;/a&gt; was sitting opposite Sean and I at the Famosa restaurant in Melaka yesterday! :P A couple more photos here, and the rest will be in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Interesting link of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.phonesexpranks.com/"&gt;Phone Sex Prank Calls&lt;/a&gt;! Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLzTQFU07I/AAAAAAAAAM4/PPhiC272-P0/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLzTQFU07I/AAAAAAAAAM4/PPhiC272-P0/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071883642432967602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLzZgFU08I/AAAAAAAAANA/pD-k-pSvrzA/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLzZgFU08I/AAAAAAAAANA/pD-k-pSvrzA/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071883749807150018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLzuQFU09I/AAAAAAAAANI/JppUlDVM-iI/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLzuQFU09I/AAAAAAAAANI/JppUlDVM-iI/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071884106289435602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLz2AFU0-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/hyrFP9-ZPw0/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLz2AFU0-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/hyrFP9-ZPw0/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071884239433421794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLz8gFU0_I/AAAAAAAAANY/U2rj6V3jWQY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLz8gFU0_I/AAAAAAAAANY/U2rj6V3jWQY/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071884351102571506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmL0DQFU1AI/AAAAAAAAANg/PZH9SI4QAT8/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmL0DQFU1AI/AAAAAAAAANg/PZH9SI4QAT8/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071884467066688514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmL0kgFU1BI/AAAAAAAAANo/1dj-IKY9wn4/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmL0kgFU1BI/AAAAAAAAANo/1dj-IKY9wn4/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071885038297338898" border="0" /&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/36540528-9080716315799466758?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/9080716315799466758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=9080716315799466758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/9080716315799466758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/9080716315799466758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/melaka-part-2.html' title='Melaka Part 2'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmLzTQFU07I/AAAAAAAAAM4/PPhiC272-P0/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-3697072373362711143</id><published>2007-06-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:15:20.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Melaka Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melaka &lt;/span&gt;for the day because you know, we have nothing better to do with our lives and all that, right? :D It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaking jammed&lt;/span&gt; all the way there for no apparent reason at all. Jeez. It took us about 3 hours to get to Melaka okay! Double the normal journey length! We were tourists and we went sight-seeing and shopping and all that :) T'was quite fun, but OMG, the weather was so bloody scorching hot! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 25 photos altogether, but I'm only going to post a few first because I desperately need a shower, and a looong snooze. More tomorrow, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmGJuAFU0wI/AAAAAAAAALg/d9PbzWZIDN4/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmGJuAFU0wI/AAAAAAAAALg/d9PbzWZIDN4/s400/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071486078785213186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmGJ7QFU0xI/AAAAAAAAALo/1EFuBSlkts8/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmGJ7QFU0xI/AAAAAAAAALo/1EFuBSlkts8/s400/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071486306418479890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmGKKgFU0zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2AYUoWKnrQs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmGK9AFU05I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SCcRDmcgV3w/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071487435994878866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmGLDwFU06I/AAAAAAAAAMw/W2AUn3IrJSU/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmGLDwFU06I/AAAAAAAAAMw/W2AUn3IrJSU/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071487551958995874" border="0" /&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/36540528-3697072373362711143?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3697072373362711143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=3697072373362711143&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3697072373362711143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3697072373362711143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/06/melaka-part-1.html' title='Melaka Part 1'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RmGJuAFU0wI/AAAAAAAAALg/d9PbzWZIDN4/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4796016184747736193</id><published>2007-05-31T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:17:39.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Almost Died Moment #45362</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night Sean and I made plans with Freddie and Daniel to watch &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0413267/"&gt;Shrek 3&lt;/a&gt; -- and we almost didn't make it AFTER he bought the tickets! :( What happened was that we were at home with my sister, and my parents said that they'll be back by 11.30PM, except it was already 11.45PM and they weren't home yet (they said one more hour!) ... and the movie was starting at 12.15AM! :O  We were slowly sinking into a depressed funk, when at 12.15AM my parents called to say that they were on the way home, so we dashed out of the house, jumped into the car and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sped at 140km/h&lt;/span&gt; all the way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Utama&lt;/span&gt;. I think I almost died a lot of times during that journey. We got there at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly 12.20AM&lt;/span&gt;. A normal fifteen minute journey, not including parking time. Madness. MADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We made it in time for the movie, &lt;/span&gt;and we even got to watch the awesome&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Digi "Silent Your Handphone" &lt;/span&gt;ad that we both like so much :) You know, the one where the dude's talking on his handphone, and the yellow dude's crying and trying to shush him. And then the dude goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't worry lah, I tai koh mah!"&lt;/span&gt;, hahaha. Yes, we're easily amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie was alright. I liked the previous one more, but it wasn't too bad, I suppose. A tiny bit of a disappointment. I loved that we got to see more of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donkey-dragons&lt;/span&gt; though, they're super mega fantastically awesome! :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;'s character was boring, boring, boring, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donkey&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puss In Boots&lt;/span&gt; were the stars of the show for me. Everything else was just pretty, meh. OH YES, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princesses&lt;/span&gt;! I love the princesses, they were awesome. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair extensions"&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent half my day traipsing around shopping malls looking for a basketball because Sean has suddenly decided (after watching season after season of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;) that he wants to start playing basketball again, and that he wants to play everyday when we get back to Melbourne. Nevermind the fact that it's currently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 degrees&lt;/span&gt; in Melbourne, and that his girlfriend is physically handicapped due to a life-threatening illness 2 months ago. On the bright side, I found a very pretty (and big) bag in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MNG&lt;/span&gt; that I really like. It's also very useful cause it's big, and I can throw my laptop in along with my uni books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I'm feeling much better though. We went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt; today (yes, just the two of us, completely random) and it didn't hurt! The other time, all I did was play one game of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pool&lt;/span&gt; and it started hurting like a bitch. I still can't go back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yoga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pilates&lt;/span&gt; or go to the gym yet (I tried lifting 4.6kg today, and it hurt the moment I picked it up!) though. I'm gonna disobey doctor's orders and start playing tennis this week. Don't care, I CANNOT STAND IT, lack of exercise and too much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fruit Fiesta &lt;/span&gt;from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baskin Robbins&lt;/span&gt;, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&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/36540528-4796016184747736193?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4796016184747736193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4796016184747736193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4796016184747736193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4796016184747736193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/almost-died-moment-45362.html' title='Almost Died Moment #45362'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1040462860156387073</id><published>2007-05-27T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T14:10:18.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Tardiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing I absolutely cannot stand is when people are late, and they don't bother telling you about it. Already you're going to be late, the least you can do is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; and say that you are, right? I mean come on, that's just fucking basic etiquette. You know you're gonna be late, you don't fucking wait for someone to call you and ask you where you are -- you CALL THE PERSON AND TELL THEM YOU'RE GONNA BE FUCKING LATE LAH. Especially when you're gonna be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR FUCKING HOURS LATE&lt;/span&gt;. I suppose I'm quite stupid also for waiting. No wait, strike that, I'm VERY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cibai&lt;/span&gt; stupid for waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people make their plans to accomodate you, at least have the fucking courtesy to let them know you're gonna be late so that they can you know, AMEND their own plans. Don't be so fucking selfish and think of yourself alone, okay?! I made plans already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHICH I HAD TO FFK&lt;/span&gt; because I was spending &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY ENTIRE NIGHT&lt;/span&gt; waiting! If people call you and ask you where you are, if you're not on your fucking way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T FUCKING SAY YOU'RE ON THE WAY LAH CIBAI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I have to FFK my own friends, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISSED OUT ON MY FRUIT FIESTA&lt;/span&gt; FROM BASKIN ROBBINS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU, and that is FUCKING UNFORGIVEABLE. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Speaking of, you all really need to try that awesome flavour. I've had it for three days in a row now, it's the bomb. Ask them to try and scoop more of the white bits for you because that's the awesome part. The Baskin Robbins in Bangsar has nicer Fruit Fiesta than the one in The Curve, and the OU branch sucks. I'm just saying.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beef man. BEEF. I hate waiting for people. I have never waited for anyone in my life, much less waited for FOUR FREAKING HOURS. Best thing is right, honestly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't mind waiting IF YOU JUST FUCKING SAY THAT YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE LAH&lt;/span&gt;. Instead you know what? You just keep quiet and don't bother calling, and in the end we're just waiting like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sohai&lt;/span&gt;s like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, if any of my friends did that to me, it's over man. Cancel plans, straight on. Don't bother. I was ranting to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; and she was getting damn pissed on my behalf. WHO WOULDN'T LAH OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR FUCK'S SAKE, your parents never teach you manners is it?!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/36540528-1040462860156387073?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1040462860156387073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1040462860156387073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1040462860156387073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1040462860156387073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/tardiness.html' title='Tardiness'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6557579211818794691</id><published>2007-05-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:20:58.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Animals!</title><content type='html'>I'm dog-sitting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shih tzu&lt;/span&gt; while he plays futsal, hee hee. He (the dog) went for a bath in the pet shop at Bangsar, and since Sean had futsal, I volunteered to take him home for the time being. He's such a sweetheart, and he's having the time of his life being the center of attention! He's sitting on my sister's lap now while she's on the PC. Spoiled dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RlglNcHtCWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/co7Zwczto3Q/s1600-h/brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RlglNcHtCWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/co7Zwczto3Q/s400/brad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068842293422524770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hee hee, isn't he adorable? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pets and being adorable, my cat decided today that life would be more interesting as a kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RlgmB8HtCXI/AAAAAAAAALY/1J4o4EX1w6A/s1600-h/butty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RlgmB8HtCXI/AAAAAAAAALY/1J4o4EX1w6A/s400/butty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068843195365656946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-6557579211818794691?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6557579211818794691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6557579211818794691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6557579211818794691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6557579211818794691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/animals.html' title='Animals!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RlglNcHtCWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/co7Zwczto3Q/s72-c/brad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5325554251031230319</id><published>2007-05-24T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:09:46.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>At World's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just came back from watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End &lt;/span&gt;at Cineleisure with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;! :) It was soooo long -- 3 hours I think? Wheeee! I think it was quite awesome, although the second one was definitely funnier, but this one really sorta talked about a lot of piratey things and is quite cool in that way, I suppose. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reveals&lt;/span&gt; a lot, lah. Something like that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay in the cinema until after the credits because there's a really cool clip at the end&lt;/span&gt;. I'm serious. It's not one of those random clips like the one in the last movie. It's meaningful. Thank goodness we didn't leave the cinema yet! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing else for me to say. GO WATCH AT WORLD'S END NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthnxbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-5325554251031230319?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5325554251031230319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5325554251031230319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5325554251031230319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5325554251031230319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-worlds-end.html' title='At World&apos;s End'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-9001206826323851623</id><published>2007-05-22T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:54:27.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UV Nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Push Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I got our tickets for&lt;a href="http://uvnation.com"&gt; UV Nation&lt;/a&gt; today! :D :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny Benassi&lt;/span&gt; yo! If you don't know who Benny Benassi is, then I really have no idea what to say. Really.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asyraf, Thoina, Gamms, Reza &lt;/span&gt;and I were talking about it last night over banana leaf at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nirwana&lt;/span&gt; and we're all freaking excited. I mean come on, a rave on the roof-top of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE UTAMA&lt;/span&gt;?! That's never been done before, okay. And how everything is under UV light? Awesome. Simply fucking awesome! I can so imagine shuffler chicks in their white bikinis glowing in the dark, hahahaha. THAT'S THE SHIT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically slept my entire life away today. I woke up at 11AM, went for lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt; with Sean (by the way, they have new dishes! Go try their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyona Assam Butterfish&lt;/span&gt;, it's the awesomeness), came back home and took a tiny nap before Mandarin tuition. After tuition, I went to the sink to wash dishes, saw a huge lizard in the sink, freaked out, vowed not to go into the kitchen for the rest of the day, and then fell asleep until about 7.30PM. I'm a growing girl, okay, I need my sleep. And I'm recovering from an operation 2 months ago too. Nyehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got more invites to stupid launches, pre-sales and openings of shops, but I can't be bothered to go because I'm too lazy, and nothing really interests me anyway. I don't know how they got my address in the first place, but unless it has the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chanel, Gucci, Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Cartier, &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiffany &amp; Co&lt;/span&gt; on it, you can forget it ;) Speaking of, I couldn't find a dry-cleaner who could clean my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lulu Guinness&lt;/span&gt; bag because it has leather trimming, so I took an old toothbrush, some super strong washing powder, and scrubbed it myself. Now it's so brilliantly clean and beautiful again, I feel like a proud momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fendi&lt;/span&gt; bag is a gone case though, but it's really old and due for replacing anyway. After all, it's dark coloured so it doesn't look dirty, but it just looks so .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worn&lt;/span&gt;. And guess what. I don't think I ever blogged about it, but in Melbourne (one boring drunken night), a teeny weeny itty bitty bit of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUKE&lt;/span&gt; got on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gucci&lt;/span&gt; bag Sean gave me on Valentine's Day. You know how things don't seem to matter so much when you're high? Yes. I did have a freak out the next day, but that's another story, heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should post the video of Sean and I trying to dye each other's hair in Melbourne. Quite entertaining. And of course, the entire thing ended with me having to spend hours in the hair salon getting it fixed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-9001206826323851623?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/9001206826323851623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=9001206826323851623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/9001206826323851623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/9001206826323851623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/push-me.html' title='Push Me'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6937090024838537295</id><published>2007-05-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:24:34.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Big Girls Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, we always say to each other "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember the times when life was so carefree, and drama-free?&lt;/span&gt;" but when you come to think about it, I don't think our life has ever been drama-free before. Just a random blurb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do with the guys later. I thought we could sit at home and play Monopoly since it's a Monday night and there really is nothing to do in KL anymore ... but I forgot that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; took back his Monopoly set already :( I just feel like lounging around (and possibly eating!) and talking the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of eating, I've been really eating like a pig lately. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KL IS SO BORING LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Melbourne could possibly be worst since hello, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no 24 hour mamaks&lt;/span&gt; okay. Nothing to do after 5PM cause all shops close. Can't go shopping. All you can do is eat and drink hot chocolate and sleep. I have no idea what we do in Melbourne man, I don't know how we entertained ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graaawwwrrr, fuck it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-6937090024838537295?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6937090024838537295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6937090024838537295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6937090024838537295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6937090024838537295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big Girls Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8843451313955437417</id><published>2007-05-20T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:23:06.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Gossip Girl TV Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm very angry! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CW has butchered my favourite book series (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;) by turning it into a horrible TV show. Let's see, where should I start! First off, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nate &lt;/span&gt;is horribly ugly, and definitely not the type of guy who could "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get girls to strip at the snap of his fingers&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serena&lt;/span&gt; is also not pretty enough, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blair&lt;/span&gt; doesn't look like anyone who would even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resemble&lt;/span&gt; Blair at all! She seems so .. Alexis Bledel-ish. MEH! Not only that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny Humphrey&lt;/span&gt; is supposed to be BRUNETTE with FRIZZY HAIR and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE DOUBLE-D BOOBS&lt;/span&gt; except she's skinny, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, and completely, utterly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLAT&lt;/span&gt;. Grawr! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rufus Humphrey&lt;/span&gt; looks TOO HOT to be Rufus, he's supposed to have wild crazy hair with stuff in it, and you know, just look generally disgusting! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serena's mom's name is LILLIAN and not DARLA for god's sake! Kati&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isabel &lt;/span&gt;right, since when was one of them&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Asian&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the worse part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFORGIVEABLE I tell you, UNFORGIVEABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Go view the trailers on the CW website under "Fall Sneak Preview".&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/36540528-8843451313955437417?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8843451313955437417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8843451313955437417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8843451313955437417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8843451313955437417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/gossip-girl-tv-show.html' title='Gossip Girl TV Show'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-7056972589396926206</id><published>2007-05-19T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:39:06.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSI: NY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Don't Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I forgot to mention that I came across a whole load of old photos recently, and I really enjoyed going through them again :) I lost a whole shitload of photos when my sister reformatted my (now her's) desktop without telling me, pooh! Maybe one day when I'm not too lazy to go through them and resize them I'll put them up here, heh heh. Until then, they're all on my Facebook profile (another reason to join Facebook, yes?) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fed up with waiting for my sister to download &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CSI: NY Season 3&lt;/span&gt; for me, so I bought the first twelve episodes from the DVD shop in Hartamas last night. I also bought two T-shirts from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curve&lt;/span&gt; -- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may not be perfect, but certain parts of me are&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not spoiled, just well-taken care of&lt;/span&gt;" and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; bought me one that says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my boyfriend"&lt;/span&gt;, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coca&lt;/span&gt; last night too, and I ate until I couldn't eat anymore. I'm such a pig sometimes. You would think steamboat wouldn't be filling, but oh my gosh, seriously, I couldn't even move anymore after all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to continue watching&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CSI: NY &lt;/span&gt;now, later days :) :)&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/36540528-7056972589396926206?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7056972589396926206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=7056972589396926206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7056972589396926206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7056972589396926206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-matter.html' title='Don&apos;t Matter'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4943741696655450528</id><published>2007-05-18T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:10:47.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excerpts from a Dog's Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excerpts from a Cat's Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 983 of my captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. B*st*rds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-4943741696655450528?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4943741696655450528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4943741696655450528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4943741696655450528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4943741696655450528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-i-love-cats.html' title='Why I Love Cats'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4672819116812682972</id><published>2007-05-17T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:13:43.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HMC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Meow Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister turns the big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one five &lt;/span&gt;today, hee hee! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAXINE&lt;/span&gt;! Sean and I had to find a cake in KLCC and in the end I settled for a brownie cheesecake since it looked so delightfully sinful *drools* I haven't tasted it yet because my Dad's not back yet, but it looks so chocolate-y and yummy and ... mmmm :D :D And I'm not even one who likes chocolates, but when it comes to brownies, I'm a gone case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had dinner with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stella, Ally, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt; at this Korean place in Bangsar. I'm a total and utter n00b when it comes to Korean food because I never have it -- with the exception of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momotalo&lt;/span&gt;, of course.  I think I've had Korean food less than 5 times in my entire eighteen and a half years of living! Anyway I had quite nice mix rice, and the most awesomest beancurd soup EVER. Seriously, I could just live on that soup for the next year and be absolutely happy. I honestly cannot believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam has never drunk bubble tea before&lt;/span&gt; in his entire life because HELLO, it's BUBBLE TEA. I'm a self-proclaimed bubble tea-aholic at that! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday before dinner I went shopping at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sungei Wang&lt;/span&gt; (scoff all you want, but you can get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; best bargains there) with Sean and only ended up with one top :( It's no fun shopping with a guy (as much as I love you baby, you cannot replace my Mrina, Ching Yi, or Zehan in terms of shopping, I tell you!) :P&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/36540528-4672819116812682972?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4672819116812682972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4672819116812682972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4672819116812682972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4672819116812682972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/meow-meow.html' title='Meow Meow'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5577748386202538880</id><published>2007-05-15T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:21:13.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Dreaming Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope I've finally settled my accomodation again :S &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; and I can't seem to find a 2 bedroom that we agree on (in price, location, layout, blah blah blah), so we've decided to just take a 6 month lease at other places, and then bunk in together in February when our leases end -- and hopefully &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; will join us if possible! :) So Mrina's moving in that IQ building, and HOPEFULLY, I'm moving into Jun Wei's apartment, hahahaha! Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marc&lt;/span&gt; would say, I'm uplorry-ing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Marcus&lt;/span&gt;. What could happen is that he could move to IQ as well, and I'll take over his room at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verve&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of the lease. That would be pretty damn ideal, yes? I hope all works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up at such an ungodly hour because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I are going for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; in a bit before my Mandarin class later. I've taken to carrying around this casette player with me so that I can memorize Mandarin verbs in the car, hee hee. It's so very troublesome learning a new language :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; whore it's not even funny anymore. Seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone needs to go join now&lt;/span&gt; and then add me, k? :D My little spot is over &lt;a href="http://unimelbedu.facebook.com/profile.php?id=590410791"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. *pokes everyone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;the way my University of Melbourne e-mail address looks. No, seriously, everyone thinks I'm overreacting, but I expected something cool like, well, I dunno, maybe something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mellissa.lee@ugrad.unimelb.edu.au&lt;/span&gt; which looks perfectly fine to me .. except no, you know what my e-mail address is? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m.lee29@ugrad.unimelb.edu.au&lt;/span&gt;. I'm the 29th m.lee registered in the University of Melbourne, probably. Grrrraawrrr! :( It looks so .. n00b-ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&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/36540528-5577748386202538880?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5577748386202538880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5577748386202538880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5577748386202538880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5577748386202538880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreaming-of-you-tonight.html' title='Dreaming Of You'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6928187490402086010</id><published>2007-05-13T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:21:07.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, proper blog entry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terminal 3, Subang Airport&lt;/span&gt; to eat the most awesome orgasmic crabs I've ever eaten in my whole life. It was 9PM, and I was craving them, heh heh. We got there a full hour later because we ended up getting lost for a bit, but all's well, and the kitchen only closes at 11PM so hoooray! :D We ate like piggies, one huge plate of salted egg crabs, some sort of herbal chicken thingy, and veggies! Oink, oink. Every crab lover needs to go there at least once in their life, just to try their salted egg crabs. It's awesome on so many different levels of awesomeness. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0453451/"&gt;Mr. Bean's Holiday&lt;/a&gt; a couple of days ago too, and it was mildly entertaining, I suppose. I think the scenes when he was dancing to "beg" for money were worth sitting in the cramped up cinema for hours. I'm never watching a movie anywhere else other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt; again, I tell you. I can't wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; to be released! Only 9 more days! *hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day! :)&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/36540528-6928187490402086010?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6928187490402086010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6928187490402086010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6928187490402086010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6928187490402086010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-613089078624453487</id><published>2007-05-13T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:37:27.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>#$@)#&amp;$@* !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I give up. Honestly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GIVE UP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have super fucking cibai interesting drama stories to share right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE GOES MISSING ON ME&lt;/span&gt;. Even people I don't normally talk to have gone missing! Then right, I bet tomorrow people are gonna be like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG so what happened?!&lt;/span&gt;" and you know what, I'll be all "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna tell you, hahaha, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck that bitch&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;" Everyone's away on MSN, or out having a good time. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Grrraawwwrrr!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-613089078624453487?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/613089078624453487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=613089078624453487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/613089078624453487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/613089078624453487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='#$@)#&amp;$@* !!!!!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4753290383412908473</id><published>2007-05-11T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T16:44:35.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Hungry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm dying without a maid! I could live alone in Melbourne without one because I clean up after myself, I eat for myself, blah blah blah. I was so busy doing things around the house, and having Mandarin tuition that I completely forgot to eat lunch and breakfast. And it's 4.30PM already. Gah! I'm waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; to bring me food, but in the mean time, I found a sushi roll in the fridge so boom, I devoured that in 6 minutes flat. My Mom's smart. She buys tons of sushi rolls and stocks the fridge with them because she knows that's the only thing I'll eat. I don't do burgers (processed meat in general) and fast food anymore, I don't like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maggie mee&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm too lazy to cook instant pasta and all that jazz. I'm a very picky eater, apparently o_O Even in Melbourne, my lunch will be two salmon rolls from that awesome fish and chips place on Lygon :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a funny habit in Melbourne. Whenever I get pissed off at Sean, I stomp out of his apartment, and go next door to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt;'s apartment where I raid their cupboards and fridge, and eat an entire packet of Tim Tams at one go while watching Jun Wei do housework. This is most unfortunate for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt; because the Tim Tams always seem to belong to him, and I end up owing him mountains of packets of Tim Tams instead. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also go on this random cleaning sprees where I clean up my entire apartment, vaccum the carpet, do the dishes, re-arrange my 3423894208 (not kidding) bottles of stuff on the bathroom table top, etc, etc, etc. I know everyone who enters my bathroom goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"HOLY SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;" when they see all the make-up, perfume, and stuff I have in my bathroom. All that for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one person&lt;/span&gt;. Heh heh heh! One of the reasons why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina's gonna hate sharing a bathroom with me&lt;/span&gt; in July :P I just have a lot of stuff, okay! &gt;_&lt;&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/36540528-4753290383412908473?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4753290383412908473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4753290383412908473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4753290383412908473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4753290383412908473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/hungry.html' title='Hungry!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4280492500671849157</id><published>2007-05-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:35:19.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cibai Angry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cibai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very icky dinner 3 hours ago at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ichiban Tei &lt;/span&gt;or however the fuck you spell it. First and last time eating there, that's for sure! I'm spoiled. I like my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninja Jones&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogoya &lt;/span&gt;and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakae Sushi&lt;/span&gt;. Hell, I even like my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sugimoto&lt;/span&gt; more than that! Graaawwwrrr! &gt;:( I'm craving something sweet, so my lovely boyfriend is being a sweetheart and delivering chocolates to my house in the middle of the night. So awesome! Loves! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I'm like, dying to go back to Melbourne and was planning on going back first week of June right? Apparently now I can only go back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on or after the 30th of June 2007 &lt;/span&gt;since I deferred first semester. How fucked up is that, you tell me?!?! I DON'T HAVE TIME TO LOOK FOR AN APARTMENT, FURNISH IT, AND MOVE IN OKAY! It took me a month to unpack everything and move in the last time! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIBAI ANGRY&lt;/span&gt;! GRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to appeal that anyway. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pondering something in my head for awhile now, and I really want to ask what Mar, Ze, Mrina, Ching and Jun Wei think, but I think all of them are sleeping. Darn colleges/universities are stealing away all my friends :( I think I'll wake Mrina up anyway, heh heh. Mrina, if you're reading this, pretend you didn't read me say that. Love you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Wei's Bimbo Moment 43983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did you know it's not winter during Christmas here (Melbourne)? I was like, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the hell do you mean it's hot during Christmas?"&lt;/span&gt; Can't help it lah ... watch The O.C. It snows during Christmas, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, it'll start snowing in the middle of summer now won't it? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/36540528-4280492500671849157?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4280492500671849157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4280492500671849157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4280492500671849157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4280492500671849157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/cibai-angry.html' title='Cibai Angry!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6763013130370978107</id><published>2007-05-09T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:15:23.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Leaving Tonight</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like totally, utterly, completely bored. As in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so bored&lt;/span&gt; that I have resorted to singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovin' You&lt;/span&gt; in a horrible, high-pitch parody version, causing my Mom to pop her head in my room and casually mention that she thinks I've gone insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys seen pictures of the Shrek babies? They're so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RkCgO44I7qI/AAAAAAAAALA/VRMLwwc2PLM/s1600-h/shrekbabies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RkCgO44I7qI/AAAAAAAAALA/VRMLwwc2PLM/s400/shrekbabies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062222158810902178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RkCgUY4I7rI/AAAAAAAAALI/F2PC_vdpDpA/s1600-h/shrekbabies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RkCgUY4I7rI/AAAAAAAAALI/F2PC_vdpDpA/s400/shrekbabies1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062222253300182706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm currently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt;ing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne-Yo ft. Jennifer Hudson - Leaving Tonight&lt;/span&gt; because the lyrics are damn power man. I first heard it in Sean's car because he just bought the Ne-Yo CD and holy crap, I refused to leave the car until the song ended, so we had to sit outside his house in his car for a little while :D On a completely random note, Sean has a HUGE rottweiler. When I say HUGE, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, guess what his name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two hundred and sixteen, that's how many times I went back and forth about it in my mind. Could she, could she really be who he's tellin me that she is? There's somethin about it that don't feel right. Saturday she called here 26 times, you kept tellin' me not to worry, wanna believe that you tellin the truth, but if you are lying then leave ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-6763013130370978107?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6763013130370978107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6763013130370978107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6763013130370978107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6763013130370978107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/leaving-tonight.html' title='Leaving Tonight'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RkCgO44I7qI/AAAAAAAAALA/VRMLwwc2PLM/s72-c/shrekbabies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-474078828050735183</id><published>2007-05-06T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:36:26.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Photo Post!</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a photo post because I haven't posted photos in ages now, and my blog looks all boring and shit with all the words. Meh! But before that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spider-man 3 &lt;/span&gt;today and it was okay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't LOVE it, but I didn't HATE it, and I got to see the hotness that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Franco (Harry Osborn)&lt;/span&gt; so whatevs, it was all goooood :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I decided to be freaks in the car yesterday (and today!) Yesterday Sean had a 10 minute laughing fit in the car in front of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muzium Negara&lt;/span&gt; because I was naming all the characters in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; with a stereotypical China man accent. Oh, what we resort to when we get stuck in half-an-hour traffic jams! x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rjywv44I7jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1Jb5QmJ6G9Q/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rjywv44I7jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1Jb5QmJ6G9Q/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061114418025786930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rjyw2I4I7kI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u59-vLWcNSQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rjyw2I4I7kI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u59-vLWcNSQ/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061114525399969346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rjyw7o4I7lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xMOyqhN8MoU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rjyw7o4I7lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xMOyqhN8MoU/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061114619889249874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RjyxP44I7mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WfxZA4OQeH0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RjyxP44I7mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WfxZA4OQeH0/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061114967781600866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RjyxjY4I7nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/P1rh21Nkqxg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RjyxjY4I7nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/P1rh21Nkqxg/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061115302789049970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole the below two photos from &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/devinesarah"&gt;Zehan's blog&lt;/a&gt;. They were taken at Maison last week! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rjyx8o4I7oI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GPDGI7OPc-M/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rjyx8o4I7oI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GPDGI7OPc-M/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061115736580746882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RjyyN44I7pI/AAAAAAAAAK4/A_NaZyKdkOM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RjyyN44I7pI/AAAAAAAAAK4/A_NaZyKdkOM/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061116032933490322" border="0" /&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/36540528-474078828050735183?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/474078828050735183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=474078828050735183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/474078828050735183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/474078828050735183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/photo-post.html' title='Photo Post!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rjywv44I7jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1Jb5QmJ6G9Q/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6167465902202412277</id><published>2007-05-04T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:39:02.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Oh, dreams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I'm watching too much of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia's Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt;. Last night I dreamt that apparently one of my assignments in university was similar to a challenge on the show -- you have to "create" a collection based on the clothes they give you, and model them down a runway o_O All this was happening in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;, except the shopping mall looked like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melbourne Central &lt;/span&gt;instead. My group members bailed on me, and I was frantic! I remember randomly picking clothes in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;, and there was a whole rack of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralph Lauren Polos&lt;/span&gt; except not the ones with the pony, you know? The ones with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; near the collar instead, just like the one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; bought that day, except without the stripes, and they were white with a little turquoise RL too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure what the dream means, but those shirts were really pretty in my dream, and I'm quite upset that I can't go out and buy them in real life. Hmph.&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/36540528-6167465902202412277?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6167465902202412277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6167465902202412277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6167465902202412277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6167465902202412277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-dreams.html' title='Oh, dreams!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8213196307091812994</id><published>2007-05-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:23:49.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>Ibuku Inspirasiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I had to wake up at 9 in the fricking morning to go for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avon's Mothers Day &lt;/span&gt;function thing because they were honoring five inspirational mothers, and my Grandma happened to be one of them. To top that all off, I couldn't wear any of my normal dresses because the (new and rather pretty) queen was going to be there. So I had to wear a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju kebaya&lt;/span&gt;. At 9 in the morning. Because apparently people don't believe in DINNER FUNCTIONS anymore. Beef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were five categories&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;top representative for Avon Malaysia, mother of knowledge, career mother, community service mother, and mother of culture (or something like that). My Grandma was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;community service&lt;/span&gt; one because of her extensive work with the PBSM, and all the various charities she presides over. I can't remember the names of the others, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Abang Saufi&lt;/span&gt; was the culture one! I really love her designs man, and it was awesome getting to meet her! So anyway, yes, the new queen (coronated just a week ago) was the VVIP, with Najib's wife being the VIP. The new queen's really young and quite pretty too. Erm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nora&lt;/span&gt; performed, but I'm not quite sure who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nora&lt;/span&gt; is, though I think it could be the one who did the duet with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince&lt;/span&gt; -- but whatever, she's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this huge pimple on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EYEBROW&lt;/span&gt;. Who gets pimples on their eyebrows for god sakes?! I think it's two pimples combined to make a huge one -- cause it's really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENORMOUS&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a bit scared. You'll never know, it might grow a mouth one day and swallow my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like my eye, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All jokes aside, seriously, it's huge. Like we're talking a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diameter of 1CM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-8213196307091812994?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8213196307091812994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8213196307091812994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8213196307091812994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8213196307091812994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/05/ibuku-inspirasiku.html' title='Ibuku Inspirasiku'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8590633279949201473</id><published>2007-04-30T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:22:05.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Party Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maison was fun stuff as always :) :) It was even better because I had&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zehan, Mar, &lt;/span&gt;AND there that night too! It's always either just Mrina, or just Zehan and Mar, so it was awesome that all three of them were there at once, hee hee. Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devi's&lt;/span&gt; after that as usual to eat, and then I took Sean's car home, and spent the rest of the night chit-chatting with Mrina in bed. I can't really remember what we did the next day, meh, but I do remember going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soung Ern, Shaun, Kay, Freddie&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel&lt;/span&gt;, and then moving on to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decanter&lt;/span&gt; after that .. Saturday night I think? Meh! The days are just clashing together already, pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately so far Sean and I have watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0415872/"&gt;Yesterday Once More&lt;/a&gt; (damn sad, confirm cry) and &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0481369/"&gt;23&lt;/a&gt; which was meh, okay. I didn't really like it that much though it was quite interesting, I suppose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from Maison and stuff later cause they're with Ze, and I'm too lazy to upload the ones I have :P&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/36540528-8590633279949201473?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8590633279949201473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8590633279949201473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8590633279949201473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8590633279949201473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/party-party.html' title='Party Party'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-3277134615611557887</id><published>2007-04-26T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:39:25.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zouk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Mamboing The Jambo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I went for a bit of shopping yesterday because he wanted new shirts, and I was bored. Picked up the Nike bag I've always admired but never bought because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't do sling bags!&lt;/span&gt; But Sean convinced me that it can be slung over my shoulder, and insisted that I get it so whatevs, I got it :P It's big so I can use it for uni too, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner with his parents in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheras&lt;/span&gt; and then he sent me home so I could change. Headed over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel, Chor Yee, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; since we were in the mood for some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mambo Jambo&lt;/span&gt;! The moment we got there, they played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Thing You Do&lt;/span&gt; -- I mean come on, THAT'S THE MOST AWESOME SONG EVER IN THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF AWESOME SONGS! The songs were aaaawwweeessooommeee :D :D They played a few current hits too, and who can resist podium dancing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Cha&lt;/span&gt; hmm hmm hmm?! The only thing missing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Lee Ching Yi&lt;/span&gt;, my fellow Don't Cha sister, pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went clubbing for the first time since my ruptured appendix. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at something, and I started tearing up because I felt so happy, just like a proud mama! My emotions are all over the place, you've got to excuse me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maison&lt;/span&gt; tonight, looking forward to the company more than anything else :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-3277134615611557887?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3277134615611557887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=3277134615611557887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3277134615611557887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3277134615611557887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/mamboing-jambo.html' title='Mamboing The Jambo'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-446614095536896378</id><published>2007-04-24T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:03:12.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoness'/><title type='text'>I Have A Headache</title><content type='html'>Something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zehan&lt;/span&gt; said in her blog stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This whole 'hoo-haa, lets party' thing might have been cool in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;, but it's time to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I couldn't agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know what's been wrong with me lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last time I was the first one to suggest we go out dancing, we go out drinking, we go out partying ... but not anymore. Somehow all the loud music, bright lights, and booze has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stopped filling up the emptiness inside&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow it doesn't matter anymore whether or not Guy A hit on you, or Girl B gave you her number. Somehow the alcohol and drugs that you once needed became something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can't stand&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want more out of life&lt;/span&gt; than the stereotypical things we teenagers think we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely stopped smoking (even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shisha&lt;/span&gt;), I stopped drinking (well okay fine, maybe I do have the occasional cocktail every now and then, but definitely no more vodka shots every night!), I stopped having the urge to go clubbing .. EVERYTHING .. because it just doesn't make me feel better. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I suppose I've just been turning to everything else to try to make me feel better, when in reality, it's just made me so much worse&lt;/span&gt;. But you know what? Even though all that's gone now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still feel empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And for heaven's sake, don't suggest I try turning to religion because we all know how much I detest and oppose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the prime of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&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/36540528-446614095536896378?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/446614095536896378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=446614095536896378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/446614095536896378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/446614095536896378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-headache.html' title='I Have A Headache'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6061916788174463809</id><published>2007-04-23T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T12:13:03.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Nyaaaahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;, and I had lunch over at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninja Jones&lt;/span&gt; yesterday because Mrina wanted Japanese food, and I've been wanting to show Sean how pretty Ninja Jones is for so long now :P Seriously, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRETTIEST&lt;/span&gt; restaurant I've ever been too. I just adore the deco there, including the poor waiters dressed as ninjas! The food there is generally quite good too, and pretty reasonable for its standard! I think it kicks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogoya&lt;/span&gt;'s ass ANY DAY! Nyah! :X Mrina had her boring chicken teppanyaki and rice, Sean had the massive bento set thingy which came with a shit load of stuff, and I had the beef steak and sashimi set which was pleasantly filling, heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally closed the car door on Mrina's fingers yesterday :X IT WASN'T MY FAULT! I was sitting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; and she was sitting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the back&lt;/span&gt;, and she managed to get her fingers caught in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my door!&lt;/span&gt; Her poor fingers were all swollen up, so we had to rush home to put ice on it, hahaha. And the handicapped woman still wanted to play cards with her swollen fingers. Too much, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean, Mar, Ze, &lt;/span&gt;and I were chilling at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asyraf&lt;/span&gt;'s house yesterday during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sha&lt;/span&gt;'s thing, when we at first decided to go karaoke, but then Sean's friends were all at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel V's &lt;/span&gt;house so we decided to go over there instead and watch them record. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; Daniel's studio! It's very chilling :) And the song they were recording guitar riffs for was really good. He let us listen to some of his stuff on his upcoming album too, and whoooooaaaa, I DEFINITELY WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mandarin teacher was supposed to be here 12 minutes ago, and he's normally quite punctual .. poopies :( I've been seeing him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every single day&lt;/span&gt; man, I need a break!&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/36540528-6061916788174463809?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6061916788174463809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6061916788174463809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6061916788174463809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6061916788174463809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/nyaaaahhh.html' title='Nyaaaahhh!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1603860784305607803</id><published>2007-04-21T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:11:07.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye On Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Eye On Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In yet another fit of nothing-to-do-ness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to go check out the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eye_on_Malaysia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye On Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last night. We managed to find our way to Titiwangsa (I still don't know how, but we did it!) and were greeted by this huuuuuuuuge line outside the wheel o_O Darn Friday nights! They had some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laser water show&lt;/span&gt; thing going on though, which was quite cool actually because they were projecting images on a water screen, and had funky lights drawing out famous buildings in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rima7EpikxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WO1Rn-b2WpE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rima7EpikxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WO1Rn-b2WpE/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055742396351025938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbDkpikyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AZBCVbJK21o/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbDkpikyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AZBCVbJK21o/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055742542379914018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rimbp0pik2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RI2yMohe5RY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rimbp0pik2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RI2yMohe5RY/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055743199509910370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbzEpik3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/RmZFq1Ko2LA/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbzEpik3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/RmZFq1Ko2LA/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055743358423700338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbLEpikzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x_q0h25Ip80/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbLEpikzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x_q0h25Ip80/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055742671228932914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbXEpik0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Iw6TCZP7CVk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbXEpik0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Iw6TCZP7CVk/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055742877387363138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbhUpik1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/y1iiqy73GCQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RimbhUpik1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/y1iiqy73GCQ/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055743053481022290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ride was freaking long man. We went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seven rounds&lt;/span&gt;! By then, we were both feeling quite very the dizzy already, graaarhhh! The first round was quite scary because it does go up quite high, but then after the second or third round, it gets boring, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decanter&lt;/span&gt; after that with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel, Daniel V, Shaun, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; and bummed around there until 2ish. I kept sneezing like a mofo the entire night, man. I don't know what's wrong with my nose lately. I've been having a terrible, terrible, TERRIBLE cold for the past week, and let's just say I've used up a lot of tissue boxes in this house so far. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-1603860784305607803?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1603860784305607803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1603860784305607803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1603860784305607803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1603860784305607803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/eye-on-malaysia.html' title='Eye On Malaysia'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rima7EpikxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WO1Rn-b2WpE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-3961720340235591663</id><published>2007-04-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:36:54.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>The Melbourne Model 2008?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can someone explain to me what &lt;a href="http://futurestudents.unimelb.edu.au/courses/melbmodel/index.html"&gt;The Melbourne Model&lt;/a&gt; is about? All I know (from someone) is that they're completely restructuring the way the degrees are currently structured effective from 2008. If that's so, then thank god I entered uni in 2007, heh. The new way looks confusing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; was telling me about it when we were walking to class one day, but I forgot, heh heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of uni, I'm registering for my classes now to save myself the headache later on. At least now I can breeze through orientation and not be stressed about timetables clashing and stuff. When I go back in July, at least then I can skip orientation week (after all, I went for all of it already!) and registeration and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spend my days sleeping the cold away&lt;/span&gt; :P I'm gonna be taking completely different subjects because the subjects I took in February are not offered in July -- I have to wait for February next year (my second semester) to take them. Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this (very) short poll thing on the right of my blog *points* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do me a favour and fill it out&lt;/span&gt;? Please? It's very short (only about 4 questions) and they're no-brainers anyway, just a bunch of demographic information. Thanks :)&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/36540528-3961720340235591663?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3961720340235591663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=3961720340235591663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3961720340235591663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3961720340235591663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/melbourne-model-2008.html' title='The Melbourne Model 2008?'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-3152924212997526268</id><published>2007-04-18T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:05:55.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chalet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; took me out for a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry I was an ass" &lt;/span&gt;dinner because he was an ass which resulted in me catching the worst cold I've ever caught in my entire life due to me freezing my ass off on the roof of One Utama in a skimpy top and hot shorts while it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raining and windy&lt;/span&gt;. It was not so much fun, let me tell you that! Anyway, he didn't want to tell me where we were going and after getting stuck in the horrible KL rush hour jam, we had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.equatorial.com/kul/index.php?navi_id=6&amp;sub_navi_id=18"&gt;Chalet, Hotel Equatorial&lt;/a&gt;, one of the most expensive restaurants I've ever been to in my life, and also one of the best for Western cuisine! The last time I was there was for my Grandfather's birthday, and we managed to chalk up a bill that ran in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thousands&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, we had yummy oysters (which were a gazillion times better than the ones we had at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Fire&lt;/span&gt; on Valentine's Day) and yummy escargot as well (which actually wasn't super good, but it was okay), and I had the rack of lamb which was okay too while he had the beef with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foie gras&lt;/span&gt;, and to top it all off, I had the lemon meringue ... tart thing .. which looked extremely puny in comparison to his pretty spectacular tiramisu with dry ice o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave me the hugest bouquet of flowers, and the wordiest card I've ever received! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RiWJYyix-4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KG4kFELL7Aw/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RiWJYyix-4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KG4kFELL7Aw/s400/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054597215770770306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RiWJkiix-5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cuwAzaz_6Bs/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RiWJkiix-5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cuwAzaz_6Bs/s400/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054597417634233234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we got serenaded by the quartet who asked what song we wanted, and we couldn't come up with anything so they chose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minnie Riperton - Lovin' You&lt;/span&gt; for us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG baby, we have a song!&lt;/span&gt; :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Makin' love with you is all i wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;And everything that i do is out of lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la... do do do do do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can make me feel&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you bring&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me while we grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will live each day in springtime&lt;br /&gt;Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And every day my life is filled with lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you i see your soul come shinin' through&lt;br /&gt;And every time that we oooooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la... do do do do do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when we left, they gave me a rose too :) :) Very the nice! We wanted to go to  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luna Bar &lt;/span&gt;after that, but we ended up going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somo &lt;/span&gt;instead. They changed the menu since the last time I was there (before I left for Melbourne) so now they don't have the normal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peach chu hai&lt;/span&gt; no more! :( I tried the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;/span&gt; which is quite okay lah, but I still liked the very unalcoholic tasting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chu hai&lt;/span&gt; better, hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a very random photo of Mrina and I which has nothing to do with this blog entry, but because I really like this photo of us together, and it's my blog so I can do whatever I want :D It was taken in my house the day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; came back from Melbourne, hooray! As you can see, my hair is now a lovely salon-dyed brown instead of the horrific Sean-dyed red it was, nyaks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RiWKlyix-6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pn2QK5Q2yKs/s1600-h/mrinamel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RiWKlyix-6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pn2QK5Q2yKs/s400/mrinamel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054598538620697506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/36540528-3152924212997526268?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3152924212997526268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=3152924212997526268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3152924212997526268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3152924212997526268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/loving-you.html' title='Loving You'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RiWJYyix-4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KG4kFELL7Aw/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1472556840103143628</id><published>2007-04-16T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:31:20.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>So What-everrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My current ringtone is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; because I'm ashamed to say that I find the song incredibly catchy, and that I detest Avril Lavigne but for this song ... I'll make an exception :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; cringes everytime my phone rings (which isn't a lot, come to think of it ...) and in Melbourne, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron D&lt;/span&gt; (I'm renaming him because it sounds cooler than just Aaron, hahaha) cringes everytime &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; calls me because my special tone for him is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce - Irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt;. Hee hee! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt;'s ringtone is awesome because it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny Cash - Ring Of Fire&lt;/span&gt;, one of the best songs EVER. I haven't yet deciphered what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;'s main ringtone is supposed to be, but normally it's either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muse - Starlight&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin Timberlake - My Love&lt;/span&gt;, and for his other phone, it's normally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not too sure what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zehan&lt;/span&gt;'s ringtone is either, but I know it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jet - Are You Gonna Be My Girl?&lt;/span&gt; when her Mom calls her, and sometimes it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin Timberlake - My Love&lt;/span&gt; as well. I haven't been around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt; recently, but when I left, both of them were using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt; which is of course, the most awesome thing ever. Yes, in case you couldn't tell, I like listening to ringtones, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thoina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;birthday two days ago so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 5Mars Gang&lt;/span&gt; (minus Ching, Kin, and Iylia) met up for movie night at my house. We played poker most of the time though, and since no one had money, we played with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roasted nuts&lt;/span&gt;. So awesome. I ended up losing all my money first, and had to borrow nuts off from Sean :( So sad. Apparently I quite suck at poker. Hmph. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poker is the new tai dee, okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean, Lionel and I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0420223/"&gt;Stranger Than Fiction&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, and it was quite okay, but I fell asleep halfway through the movie so I wouldn't know much, heh. Interesting plot, cool actors, blah blah blah. I don't know if I mentioned but I've been taking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mandarin tuition&lt;/span&gt; for one and a half hours &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm supposed to keep on with that until I leave for Melbourne again, poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Melbourne, can I just say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am never using my debit card again&lt;/span&gt;. I always knew that you know, the statement will print what you've spent on, but HELLO, I didn't expect my Mom to ask me for the statement and right on there in big, bold letters has the exact amount I spend EVERYWHERE. I see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUCCI&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BETTINA LIANO&lt;/span&gt; on there most prominently, with the numbers in the hundreds. Holy shit. I'm just going to be smart and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay in cash&lt;/span&gt; from now on, thank you very much! :O&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/36540528-1472556840103143628?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1472556840103143628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1472556840103143628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1472556840103143628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1472556840103143628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-what-everrrr.html' title='So What-everrrr'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1318211603107514617</id><published>2007-04-13T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:35:38.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>100th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I expect too much from people. Sometimes I think I do, sometimes I think I don't, sometimes I'm just too plain lazy to think. Oh well, I don't know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like not thinking because thinking just makes your head hurt. &lt;/span&gt;I like to think that I may have become what I've never wanted to become, but in reality, I know deep down inside that I have always been like that. Now I'm just confusing you, aren't I? There hasn't been an emo post from me for awhile so just deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE BITCH, CHING YI&lt;/span&gt;! I wish I could be in Melbourne celebrating with you, and I'm so, so sorry that I forgot Melbourne was 2 hours ahead! I was waiting for midnight in KL when I realised, oh shit, it's already 1AM in Melbourne! :( I miss you biatch, and I can't wait for you to come back next month! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of the best conversations I've had in a long time tonight with my darling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asyraf&lt;/span&gt;. It's been awhile since I've had something like that, just sitting down in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; talking about every single thing under the sun, filling in each other on what the other has missed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really, really miss that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 100th post by the way, woo-hoo.&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/36540528-1318211603107514617?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1318211603107514617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1318211603107514617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1318211603107514617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1318211603107514617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/100th-post.html' title='100th Post'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-204771307317631311</id><published>2007-04-12T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:05:30.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Dum Dee Dum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curve&lt;/span&gt; today because I had to redeem and renew and use up this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metrojaya&lt;/span&gt; voucher thing I have, but there's nothing there so I'm gonna use it in the Midvalley Metrojaya instead since they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeSportsac&lt;/span&gt; there :D Bumped into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evie&lt;/span&gt; there and she informed me that it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Min Huei&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday, so I quickly called him to wish him! :X I'm terrible at remembering birthdays. Note to self: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ching's birthday is tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. Forgetting it would lead to dire consequences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ice cream, and wedges, and kaya balls (such pigs, I tell you :P) and I fell in love with this beautiful miniature schnauzer puppy in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pet Safari&lt;/span&gt;. She was so sweet, and so adorable, and I wanted to take her home so badly ... except home is kinda 8 hours away by plane. Hmph. I so should stay away from pet shops in Melbourne because I'd come home with 6 puppies and 3 kittens in tow, and Sean will kick me out and never speak to me again :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went aaaalllll the waaaaayyyy to visit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; for a bit, before heading back for dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't know there's a new boutique there called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oopsie Daisie&lt;/span&gt; -- so cute! :D I bought a dress/top there, and the prices are actually really reasonable compared to the other boutiques in Bangsar (*cough cough* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baci&lt;/span&gt; *cough cough*) They only opened a month ago. Go check them out -- the same row as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossips&lt;/span&gt;, right on top of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ronnie Q's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0457513"&gt;Scoop&lt;/a&gt; last night which I thought was quite good. Scarlett Johansson annoys me, but Woody Allen is fantastic! Sean bought a whole pile of DVDs last night, so we're slowly going through them, and not to forget we have another huge pile back in Melbourne to go through too. I don't see what all the fuss is about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt; though. It's not my type of flick :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super addicted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia's Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt; ever since I watched the first episode in the hospital. I find it much better than the American one, meh!&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/36540528-204771307317631311?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/204771307317631311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=204771307317631311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/204771307317631311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/204771307317631311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/dum-dee-dum.html' title='Dum Dee Dum'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6738282053444606368</id><published>2007-04-11T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:37:33.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pulled the most dumbest thing I have quite possibly ever done in my entire life last night. Seriously, it was megafucking embarassing, but I did give the guys a good laugh though :( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asyraf, Thoina&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Gamms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decanter&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. When we arrived, I thought I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt; sitting inside the restaurant, so I went in to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *stands up*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi! How are you? I'm back for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh hi, I'm fine, oh really?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya! Okay, I'll talk to you later, I'm gonna go sit with them for a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back to the guys, they go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mel, you do know that that's not Aaron right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"BUT WE HAD A CONVERSATION!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and oh my god, I was so embarassed. Bugger, people shouldn't go around looking like somebody else god dammit! Asyraf commented &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm glad to see you haven't changed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh whatever! :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that went shopping at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Utama&lt;/span&gt; with Sean, didn't buy anything because everything's so boring, meh. I did see this dress I liked in Zara though! Had lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt; and then picked up Ze from her house, went all the way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunway &lt;/span&gt;to pick up&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Freddie&lt;/span&gt;, then came all the way back to Hartamas to have a drink at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devi's&lt;/span&gt; :) Went out seperate ways, had my embarassing moment at Decanter, and then the guys dropped me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel&lt;/span&gt;. Sean and I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employee of the Month&lt;/span&gt; last night and can I just say it's one of the biggest waste of time and money ever? :O SUCH A STUPID MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my counter thingy and one of the search strings from Google was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photos of sexy aunties coming from bath&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THE INTERNET?! I don't know how I got listed under that, but why the hell are people searching for such dodgy things anyway? Eew, much?! Bleh!&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/36540528-6738282053444606368?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6738282053444606368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6738282053444606368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6738282053444606368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6738282053444606368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-pulled-most-dumbest-thing-i-have.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5986172096362802101</id><published>2007-04-08T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:48:10.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Yummy Food!</title><content type='html'>Lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean, Mrina, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel&lt;/span&gt; was yummy! :) One thing megafuckingawesome about being back in KL is the FOOD. Trust me, you won't appreciate Malaysian food until you have to live somewhere else with shit food! When I first got to Melbourne, I just refused to eat at all because I hated the food, urgh. It feels good to be back in KL, land of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super good food&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummed around at home for the rest of the day because the heat was killing me. Seriously, I don't know how anyone goes out in jeans in this weather. I can't step out of my air-conditioned room without breaking into sweat and feeling incredibly sticky. I've taken to taking three showers a day just to keep cool. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CANNOT HANDLE THIS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RhjyELdaO6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c4chLfasrUI/s1600-h/lionel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RhjyELdaO6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c4chLfasrUI/s400/lionel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051053135705553826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RhjyK7daO7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qhbBaTaSXLg/s1600-h/melsean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RhjyK7daO7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qhbBaTaSXLg/s400/melsean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051053251669670834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RhjyTbdaO8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gzy0oz82-Vc/s1600-h/mrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RhjyTbdaO8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gzy0oz82-Vc/s400/mrina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051053397698558914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RhjyZ7daO9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/aSUbVwoRy7s/s1600-h/seanfreddie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RhjyZ7daO9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/aSUbVwoRy7s/s400/seanfreddie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051053509367708626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rhjye7daO-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9x-Eie0si9E/s1600-h/seanfreddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rhjye7daO-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9x-Eie0si9E/s400/seanfreddie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051053595267054562" border="0" /&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/36540528-5986172096362802101?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5986172096362802101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5986172096362802101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5986172096362802101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5986172096362802101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/yummy-food.html' title='Yummy Food!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RhjyELdaO6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c4chLfasrUI/s72-c/lionel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-7528775515870096284</id><published>2007-04-08T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:19:32.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Ouchies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had tons of fun yesterday :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ze&lt;/span&gt; came over in the evening and we had our gossip/bitching/chatting session after way too long. The last time I saw Mar was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maison&lt;/span&gt;, a week before I left for Melbourne! Before that, Ze followed me to the doctor to get my dressing removed and I just continuously went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ow ow ow OWWWW ow ow ow"&lt;/span&gt;, heh heh, high pain tolerance my ass lah! He took off all my stitches along with the dressing too! :O I'm quite in shock though because the two huge ass holes I had in my stomach (for the drainage tube and scope) have closed up 100% ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's like they were never there&lt;/span&gt;! Damn crazy cool man, maybe all the icky tasting Chinese herbal nonsense my Mom's been feeding me actually works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikano&lt;/span&gt; for dinner with my family, and I was limping like an invalid because my pants kept rubbing against the wound (which hurt like mad, let me just say). My Mom has forbade me from buying anymore clothes in KL because when I came back, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4kg overweight&lt;/span&gt;, and this is after I left 1/2 of my clothes in Melbourne. I think I really have too many clothes. I don't think she was too happy when she had to pay the overweight charges (considering I was like, 20kg overweight the first time I went!) heh heh. But I don't really mind because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the fashion in KL and Melbourne is so different!&lt;/span&gt; I didn't really get it when people said that before, but now I really see it! After shopping in Melbourne where you can even find really nice things in super cheap shops ... I'm spoiled, I can't shop in KL. Besides, I have absolutely no money anyway :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEAN'S BACK!&lt;/span&gt; :D :D Going out for lunch in less than an hour and I haven't showered yet, heh heh. Later days!&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/36540528-7528775515870096284?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7528775515870096284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=7528775515870096284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7528775515870096284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7528775515870096284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/ouchies.html' title='Ouchies!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5675223415698072637</id><published>2007-04-07T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:08:30.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layouts'/><title type='text'>Much Delayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know Christmas ended a very long time ago, so there we are, I finally changed the layout. It took me bloody freaking long to MAKE that damn thing up there *points* I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; made every single thing all by myself from scratch&lt;/span&gt; -- right down to those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red pins&lt;/span&gt; as well as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid cork background&lt;/span&gt;. I think overall it took me about ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-5 hours&lt;/span&gt;?! It doesn't look like it did, but trust me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT DID&lt;/span&gt;. After I saved everything and was done, I realised that the sexy girl silhouette doesn't have a shadow thing, but I'm too fucking lazy to go back and edit it so pretend you don't see it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to blab on and on about something, but I can't be bothered right now because I'm melting in this heat. I also started playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sims 2 &lt;/span&gt;again because I really have nothing else to do with my life. I've also re-watched the entire season 2 of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; as well as caught up entirely with season 3 of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desperate Housewives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's coming back tomorrow :) :)&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/36540528-5675223415698072637?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5675223415698072637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5675223415698072637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5675223415698072637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5675223415698072637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/much-delayed.html' title='Much Delayed'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-7536385235372115037</id><published>2007-04-05T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:30:35.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been home for a day now and I'm completely, utterly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;. I've watched almost all the DVDs my sister bought to keep me entertained, I've watched&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Astro&lt;/span&gt; like there's no tomorrow (and have decided that even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOXTEL&lt;/span&gt; in the hospital is better than that crap), I've watched all the episodes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; I've missed, and I'm still downloading the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt; season 2 finale which should keep me occupied for another 40 minutes or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Melbourne already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cannot seem to adapt to the weather here because I have to take like, 3 showers a day since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S SO BLOODY HOT&lt;/span&gt; and I'm sweating for the first time in what, 2 weeks?! *dies* When I left Melbourne, the weather was a perfect 18 degrees, and when I came back to KL, it was 25 degrees -- and that was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 IN THE BLOODY MORNING&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of coming back and planes and all that, I slept the whooole way back (literally) so the journey was super fast o_O I remember falling asleep when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the plane was taking off&lt;/span&gt;, and then the next time I woke up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the plane was landing&lt;/span&gt;. Heh. Oink oink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sayang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zehan&lt;/span&gt; visited me yesterday and brought me lots of donuts :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ezra&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to bring me lunch, but I accidentally fell asleep, heh heh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ally &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt; called me too! We must meet up one day, or actually you guys must come visit me one day, yeah? Speaking of lunch and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ezra&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know where the idiot boy is because he's supposed to come bring me lunch today! :O Hee hee! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; might come over later too, so hooray! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asyraf&lt;/span&gt; called me yesterday too, man, I really miss that slut (who might be going to Melbourne at the end of the month, grr!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; who's only coming back on Sunday :( :( Oh well, 3 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do for 4 bloody months? I'm hoping to go back to Melbourne earlier so I can find a new apartment and all that, but still, I technically have absolutely nothing to do until my course starts in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;. Whoo-freaking-hoo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get &lt;a href="http://facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; because it owns Friendster's sorry ass.&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/36540528-7536385235372115037?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7536385235372115037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=7536385235372115037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7536385235372115037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7536385235372115037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8469319890508072563</id><published>2007-03-30T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:42:07.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the long absence but well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL, OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best excuse for not blogging ... ever. The sad thing is that it's true :( Remember how I was saying that I wasn't feeling well and shit? Well last Friday I went to the hospital because the doctor insisted, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I waited for 15 hours&lt;/span&gt; before I was treated. And this was in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emergency room&lt;/span&gt;, okay. Sean, Jun Wei, Aaron, Ashleigh, and Jun came to keep me company -- thank you guys (heart heart heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically what was wrong with me was that, erm, well, I apparently had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appendicitis&lt;/span&gt; but I didn't know that I did, so I left it and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my appendix ruptured and burst&lt;/span&gt;. I had to have surgery at 4 in the morning :( Apparently it was quite serious (it hasn't sunk in yet for me) because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the doctors are wondering why I didn't die&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently people die when their appendix bursts :S :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being cooped up in the hospital for a week is no fun. They didn't let me eat or drink for 4-5 days, so I was hooked up on an IV tubey thingy, and I had tubes and masks and wires coming out from all over my body. Not a pretty sight :( Oh well, all's done is done, now here comes the big news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M COMING BACK TO MALAYSIA NEXT WEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yep. Mellissa will be back in Malaysia next week. Recovery time is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least 8 weeks long&lt;/span&gt; and if I stay here, I will miss classes for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;By the time I recover, it would be exam week already. Therefore I have decided to defer and start again in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July &lt;/span&gt;intake again. I'm aiming to be back in KL for a month plus only, but I may have to stay longer if I'm not yet well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, Sean is coming back to KL with me :) :) Loves! Not to forget, my darling  and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gediks, Ezra&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; will be around too! I expect you guys to keep me fully entertained with DVDs and board games since I will be under house arrest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly more lovey-dovey note, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; for being there for me in the hospital every single day, baby, and for offering to come back to KL with me too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-8469319890508072563?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8469319890508072563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8469319890508072563&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8469319890508072563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8469319890508072563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/03/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-7549307280718715488</id><published>2007-03-18T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:24:10.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Super Sexy</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the time to sit down and blog properly, I've been on my feet so much lately. Speaking of being on my feet, yesterday I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walked&lt;/span&gt; from Franklin St. all the way home because the stupid trams all stopped at QV. Bugger! It was so cold as well, and I had no jacket, and I think that's why I fell sick last night. Not sick enough to prevent me from going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing&lt;/span&gt;'s housewarming at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Southbank&lt;/span&gt; though! :) :)  I like her place, it's purdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt super sick last night, like super duper sick. Couldn't be bothered to take the tram back from Southbank, so Sean and I took a cab instead. Apparently I was quite feverish, but not enough to stop me from attempting to learn to shuffle with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashleigh &lt;/span&gt;as well, hahaha. Eh, I can do the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;running man&lt;/span&gt; watchamacallit thing, okay! With all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feng tou&lt;/span&gt; music and stuff, don't mess! :P After that I curled myself up in the comforter and talked gibberish to Sean all night long. All I remember saying is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Poor Melly. Poor, poor Melly. Poor sick Melly."&lt;/span&gt; I've also learned a neat trick. I can rotate the entire comforter 180 degrees when I sleep, so the suede pattern part will be at my feet, when they were at my shoulders. Damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload photos of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moomba Waterfest&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm way too lazy. It was tons of fun though, all the rides and games and fireworks and stuff. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bernard&lt;/span&gt; won me a huge stuffed pony, so I'm happy :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was gonna get the pink &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LG Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; right? Except it's been discontinued so I got this little baby instead. Say hello to the awesomely fuckeristically sexy &lt;a href="http://www.mobilegazette.com/samsung-x830-blush-06x09x10.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samsung X830&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RfzaBrxPTfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2ncUbJ6wFVE/s1600-h/x530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RfzaBrxPTfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2ncUbJ6wFVE/s400/x530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043145405212085746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's approxiamtely the same size as the old iPod Shuffle. I thought a sexy phone should go with a sexy phone strap, so I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gucci&lt;/span&gt; and bought a hot pink phone strap as well, heh heh. Photos of the two together (with the funky hot pink sock they gave me) later on lah, I'm too lazy now. The Gucci salespeople were all so amazed by my phone *pats it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chai Min Huei&lt;/span&gt;, where is my copy of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Matrics&lt;/span&gt;?! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go look for Sean now, later days! :) :)&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/36540528-7549307280718715488?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7549307280718715488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=7549307280718715488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7549307280718715488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7549307280718715488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/03/super-sexy.html' title='Super Sexy'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RfzaBrxPTfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2ncUbJ6wFVE/s72-c/x530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5561463335579260569</id><published>2007-03-12T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:36:11.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Science'/><title type='text'>What The Fuck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet the culture war is essentially a cover for the real battle of ideas in Australian politics today: the battle between free-market fundamentalism and the social-democratic belief that individual reward can be balanced with social responsibility. Howard's culture war is in large part an electoral strategy drawn straight from the Republican Party's campaign manual. Its organising principle is fear, and it is deployed in two parts. The first of these is the conscious exacerbation of fear, anxiety and uncertainty - all of which are powerful (though, in effect, disempowering) emotions capable of overriding everything else in the human mind. The second part is to proffer the healing balm of "certainty" in the midst of all the anxiety-inducing "uncertainty", by running a series of falsely dichotomous arguments in the public debate: tradition versus modernity; absolutism versus moral relativism; monoculture versus multiculture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can I just ask, why the fuck am I taking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Political Science &lt;/span&gt;again? This was taken from an article by Kevin Rudd, the Opposition leader (who I used to like and support until it was compulsary for me to read this for my tutorial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please read the excerpt from Kevin Rudd's recent article in the Monthly Magazine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is Rudd suggesting about the ideological contraditions of Howard's speech? Do you agree and why/why not?&lt;/span&gt; Come prepared to discuss your reasoning in your tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, I am so screwed! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36540528-5561463335579260569?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5561463335579260569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5561463335579260569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5561463335579260569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5561463335579260569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-fuck.html' title='What The Fuck?'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-2952221880738956690</id><published>2007-03-10T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T11:41:33.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>To A Very Special Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Babe, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know if Sean had a jet plane, you'd be on it this very second&lt;/span&gt;, flying your ass over to Melbourne! You don't deserve that shit, you shouldn't even have to tolerate his shit. I miss you lah babe, I miss you and your anger and your rage also :P :P I MISS THE DRAMA WE GET INTO TOGETHER. Please get your ass over to Melbourne ASAP, kthnxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have no credit so I can't SMS so apparently I have to talk to you through my blog or e-mail or MSN, hahahaha. So very the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesedihan&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not alone, together we stand, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be by your side&lt;/span&gt;, you know I'll take your hand. When it gets cold and it feels like the end, there's no place to go, you know I won't give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36540528-2952221880738956690?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/2952221880738956690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=2952221880738956690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2952221880738956690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2952221880738956690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-very-special-person.html' title='To A Very Special Person'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6641976408176785722</id><published>2007-03-08T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:54:48.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>My Bones Ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since I got here (the 12th of February), I've been clubbing every Friday night, and last week, it was Friday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; Saturday too. I'm dead tired, my bones ache, and I think I'm coming down with something. Not to forget, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the seasons are changing&lt;/span&gt; (autumn, baby!) so it's getting really cold. My windows at home are just shut all the time, no fan, no air-cond needed. In Sean's place, I'm freezing my ass off most of the time because the balcony door is open, so I have to sit with a blanket :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday at Boulevard, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got high for the first time in Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;! Ezra would be so proud of me. BTW, I haven't been replying your messages because I constantly have no credit, so don't think I don't love you, okays? :P I spend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$10&lt;/span&gt; a day reloading my phone. A DAY! It's cause SMSing and phone calls are so expensive here, argh. I still have credit on my calling card and house phone though, heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Need For Speed&lt;/span&gt; on Sean and Jun's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brand new 42 inch plasma TV&lt;/span&gt; is quite addictive. We've also been watching a lot of movies. This morning we watched ... erm .. I can't quite remember what it's called .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Van Wilder&lt;/span&gt;, I think. Then after that we watched (Mrina, you'd love this!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm going back later to watch part 2 and 3 too, hee hee. We had $200 plus worth of DVDs to watch, oh kays! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my bones ache. I'm gonna go lie down. Later days.&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/36540528-6641976408176785722?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6641976408176785722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6641976408176785722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6641976408176785722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6641976408176785722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-bones-ache.html' title='My Bones Ache'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4292059232572489534</id><published>2007-03-05T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:34:23.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Battle of the Fluff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something's been happening at Sean's place for the past two to three days. I personally like to refer to it as ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BATTLE OF THE FLUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's what went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and Jun went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BigW&lt;/span&gt; to stock up on things for their new place (and left me waiting for them for 50 minutes without so much as a phone call okay) and they found $50 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egyptian Bath Towels&lt;/span&gt; to match their $158 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egyptian Cotton sheets&lt;/span&gt; (insert rolling eyes smiley here). Jun bought white ones, while Sean bought blue ones, as well as a blue bath mat (I have the pink one :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was fine and dandy, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those Egyptian towels are heaven&lt;/span&gt; because they're so warm and fuzz y and big. You can wrap yourself up twice! :D But then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disaster struck&lt;/span&gt;. The blue towels and bath mat started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fluffing up everywhere&lt;/span&gt;, so the entire (very clean, very white) bathroom was filled with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue threads and icky looking bits&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean went to take a shower in the morning, saw all the fluff, started screaming a lot of curse words, and we had to go all the way to BigW where we had to buy the best mop he could fine that could absorb the fluff. He spent the entire evening cleaning his bathroom :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exact words were&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Leave the fluff alone, what did it every do to you?!"&lt;/span&gt; but then again, I've been to obsessed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Need For Speed&lt;/span&gt; on his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XBOX 360&lt;/span&gt; (why do I even go home when they have all the entertainment at their place?!?!) to bother while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he starts swearing at innocent blue fluff&lt;/span&gt;. Then he washed the towels to try to de-fluff them, except when he opened the washing machine after that, there was blue water (complete with fluff) all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, funnyness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Ze tagged me, and I promise I'll do it later because now I need to rush out to meet Ching Yi for lunch. Oh, and I forgot to mention that during a temporary lapse of judgement, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my hair is now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-4292059232572489534?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4292059232572489534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4292059232572489534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4292059232572489534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4292059232572489534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/03/battle-of-fluff.html' title='Battle of the Fluff'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1071717624967086202</id><published>2007-03-03T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:59:22.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HPS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Science'/><title type='text'>Hello Folks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying to attempt my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science, Philosophy, and History&lt;/span&gt; tutorial assignment now, but this stupid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monty Hall Puzzle&lt;/span&gt; is confusing the hell out of me. Not only that, I can't do my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contemporary Ideologies and Movements&lt;/span&gt; assignment because the stupid UniMelb LMS portal is taking SO LONG to load, and the questions are there, ARGH. All the UniMelb portals are taking FOREVER to load. I don't think it's my connection (I got mine upgraded from 1GB to 6GB of bandwidth, hooray!) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of the second pair of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bettina Liano&lt;/span&gt; jeans I tried on yesterday. They were really pretty too. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reaaaally&lt;/span&gt; feel like going back there to buy them as well, but argh, I can't just blow another $200 on jeans again! If I do, then I'd have spent $400 plus on jeans in 2 days, and that's about RM1000! *dies* I cannot handle this, LOL. Does anyone wanna wire me money, hmm hmm hmm? :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be getting a new phone soon. I'm gonna switch over to cap plans on Vodafone because it's more worth it for me, meh. I'm gonna get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LG Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. It's meant to be HOT PINK, but I don't know why, I can't find hot pink on the colour palette. I'm just waiting for my bank to send me my statement so I can use it as ID, hee hee. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work, goodbye :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/36540528-1071717624967086202?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1071717624967086202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1071717624967086202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1071717624967086202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1071717624967086202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-folks.html' title='Hello Folks!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-9117214707034195972</id><published>2007-03-02T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:41:46.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Bettina Jeans</title><content type='html'>Noteworthy event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I BOUGHT MY FIRST PAIR OF BETTINA LIANO JEANS TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is all :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-9117214707034195972?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/9117214707034195972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=9117214707034195972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/9117214707034195972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/9117214707034195972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/03/bettina-jeans.html' title='Bettina Jeans'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6593527799770160653</id><published>2007-02-27T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:17:35.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>*grumbles*</title><content type='html'>I'm in a very bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got upgraded from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introductory Chinese&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standard Chinese&lt;/span&gt; because apparently I understand Mandarin and Cantonese (eh, I was shocked also okay, but I did answer the interviewer's questions, so there!) which is all good and stuff, EXCEPT Standard Chinese clashes with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contemporary Idealogies and Movements&lt;/span&gt; which I really like, so I don't think I want to drop it. I don't know. I DON'T KNOW!!! *cries* I might take Chinese next semester then, and take another subject this semester, but nothing else really interests me except for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art History&lt;/span&gt; which I'm too lazy to enquire about because it's so troublesome to be constantly enrolling and re-enrolling for things, GAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I have random photos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/ReTTi1x7iaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zccHAFLiFiI/s1600-h/gucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/ReTTi1x7iaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zccHAFLiFiI/s400/gucci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036382878812572066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/ReQlO1x7iPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oXax7ocXuQc/s1600-h/building1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/ReTUEFx7idI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DW8VULSlEW8/s400/verve2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036383450043222482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/ReTUSlx7ieI/AAAAAAAAAHA/E9z07AOs13g/s1600-h/verve3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/ReTUSlx7ieI/AAAAAAAAAHA/E9z07AOs13g/s400/verve3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036383699151325666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take photos of my own place, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more on that later lah, very lazy to upload now.&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/36540528-6593527799770160653?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6593527799770160653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6593527799770160653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6593527799770160653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6593527799770160653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/grumbles.html' title='*grumbles*'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/ReTTi1x7iaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zccHAFLiFiI/s72-c/gucci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4743296332620120188</id><published>2007-02-26T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:36:16.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Classes started today! :) I only had 2 classes today, but I couldn't go for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; class because I didn't go for the interview, so I need to schedule an interview before I can attend class. Damn sad, hahahaha. This semester I'm taking 5 subjects, next semester I'm taking 3 instead of the usual 4 per semester. I'm forced to do this because I'm taking a language, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester I'm taking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God, Morality, and Free Will (Philosophy)&lt;br /&gt;- Contemporary Idealogies, and Movements (Political Science)&lt;br /&gt;- From Graffiti to Terrorism (Criminology)&lt;br /&gt;- Introduction to Chinese Language&lt;br /&gt;- Introduction to Spoken Chinese Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the subjects under the Arts degree are all damn interesting. I'm looking forward to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt; class tomorrow, whee!&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/36540528-4743296332620120188?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4743296332620120188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4743296332620120188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4743296332620120188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4743296332620120188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-47607701882381435</id><published>2007-02-24T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:35:54.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ormond'/><title type='text'>College Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello people! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've temporarily moved in to &lt;strong&gt;College Square @ Swanston&lt;/strong&gt; until July. I'm staying by myself which is quite expensive, but it's much cooler than having to share bathrooms and stuff :S The day after I moved in, &lt;strong&gt;Ormond&lt;/strong&gt; contacts me telling me that I have been accepted to stay there. Damn offz right? But I didn't really like it when I went there though, meh. I prefer staying alone rather than sharing -- even if you get a 2BR here, there's only 1 bathroom and I find it hard to share toilets, hahahaha. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAI MIN HUEI&lt;/strong&gt; you better e-mail me (&lt;a href="mailto:snuffles@gmail.com"&gt;snuffles@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;) for my address so you can send me the copy of The Matrics you promised! :P My landline phone number is &lt;strong&gt;+61388887567&lt;/strong&gt; for Malaysian calls, and for Aussie folks, it's &lt;strong&gt;03-88887567&lt;/strong&gt;. Now you guys have no excuse to call me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, at Sean's place now, more later :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-47607701882381435?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/47607701882381435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=47607701882381435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/47607701882381435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/47607701882381435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/college-square.html' title='College Square'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4296633949577086992</id><published>2007-02-18T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:46:19.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I FINALLY have a moment to sit down and blog :) I'm webcamming with my family now, and I do miss home quite a fair bit, though I really do love life here so very, very, very much! :) I've been constantly in and out, and I'm always with people so I never really had a moment of privacy to sit down and just ... blog, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything and everyone's doing fine in KL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean "outdid" my present for Valentine's Day. The idiot boy spoils me lah, hahaha. He got me Suga candy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; bouquets of roses, a pink turtle called Squirtle .. and .. wait for it .. WAIT FOR IT ... he got me a gorgeous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gucci handbag&lt;/span&gt; as well. It's the normal Gucci pattern one with pink leather trim and a pretty butterfly charm. I don't wanna know how much he spent on everything, including dinner a well! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you, baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment with my Student Advisor tomorrow, and I still have a few forms to fill up so I guess that's that for now. Here's a huge hug for everyone! *hugs*&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/36540528-4296633949577086992?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4296633949577086992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4296633949577086992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4296633949577086992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4296633949577086992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4758456160410194857</id><published>2007-02-17T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:15:39.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry for the long absence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Sean made reservations at this restaurant called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Fire&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Docklands&lt;/span&gt; where we ate like pigs. We're talking oysters, chicken, beef, lamb, calamari, and then some! It was part of their Valentine's Day set menu, so we were basically forced to eat everything ... slowly .. and painfully. I was already full after the salad, to be honest! Walked around for awhile before going back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Verve&lt;/span&gt; to visit Jun Wei since everyone was there. His place is like the club house or something, the point where everyone meets, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lavish&lt;/span&gt; last night which was fun even though Sean was high on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absinthe&lt;/span&gt; (Ezra, are you reading this?!?!) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bacardi 151&lt;/span&gt;. Potent stuff man, that's like what, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76% alcohol&lt;/span&gt;?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, going to buy a fan now, later days! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-4758456160410194857?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4758456160410194857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4758456160410194857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4758456160410194857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4758456160410194857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1969134920693169482</id><published>2007-02-14T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:57:59.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey hey hey! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm currently at Iylia's place at &lt;strong&gt;Concept Blue&lt;/strong&gt; now,  chilling and waiting for Sean to finish his  Valentine's Day shopping, haha. I bought him his present at the airport (KLIA) while Jun Wei hyperventilated and said we were gonna miss our flight. I got him a &lt;strong&gt;Burberry&lt;/strong&gt; phone strap, which is awesome because his phone doesn't have a thingy to hang straps from *head bang* He managed to find a way to put it on though, so hooray! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to &lt;strong&gt;Crown&lt;/strong&gt; last night with his friends, and we lost &lt;strong&gt;AUD$100&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Blackjack.&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently our luck isn't so onz! I kept going from $10 to $20 until I finally lost it all, hahaha. Had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Greco&lt;/strong&gt;, and watched the flames at Crown every hour :) I managed to settle my bank account, credit card, cheque book and shit all yesterday too, so I'm happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We tried watching &lt;strong&gt;Heroes&lt;/strong&gt; last night, but I don't know, I found it quite boring after the first episode. Maybe it's because I've already seen it, meh. Had lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Iylia&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Lygon Street&lt;/strong&gt; as well, before splitting ways. Can I just say that Iylia's pad is &lt;strong&gt;damn freaking nice?!&lt;/strong&gt; I want to live in Concept Blue too! :( :( His place is so big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm currently living at &lt;strong&gt;Franklin Loft&lt;/strong&gt; until the end of February, and my number in Melbourne is &lt;strong&gt;0402570316&lt;/strong&gt;. If you're calling from an international number, then it's &lt;strong&gt;+61402570316&lt;/strong&gt; I think. Same thing if you SMS. SMSes are quite expensive here (25 cents for one, I think) so don't be offened if I don't reply!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, damn sleepy, wanting to take a nap before Sean and I go out for dinner tonight. Happy Valentine's Day everyone, miss you all already! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-1969134920693169482?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1969134920693169482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1969134920693169482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1969134920693169482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1969134920693169482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5919600614712704724</id><published>2007-02-12T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:40:27.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Woo-hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Greetings from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melbourne! &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, so far today I've walked and walked and walked, basically getting to know the city I'll be living in for the next few years, hahaha. I can't pass you guys my phone number yet because the stupid SIM card is taking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO LONG&lt;/span&gt; to bloody activate, it's freaking pissing me off! It was supposed to be done 4 hours ago. Damn annoying, I'm missing the Malaysian instant prepaid activation right now :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, just letting you know that I've arrived safely and am currently having the time of my life :) Not feeling homesick yet because it hasn't really sunk in, but I'm enjoying this whole independent life without parents thing so far, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, loves! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-5919600614712704724?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5919600614712704724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5919600614712704724&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5919600614712704724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5919600614712704724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo-hoo!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-19056534130972053</id><published>2007-02-11T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T15:11:33.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sanctuary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HMC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Nothing In This World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt; in KL :) I know I sound dramatic, but really, starting tomorrow, I'm going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;living in Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;, and only coming back to KL for holidays. Out of 12 months in a year, more than 3/4 of it will be spent in Melbourne. I suppose KL will always be my home, but Melbourne will be my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; home! I feel kinda sad about leaving, but at the same time, I feel really excited, and I definitely cannot wait to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; again after a week, love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to miss my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. All of them! :( I'm going to miss my parents, my sister, my grandparents, my aunties and uncles ... every single one of them. I'm also going to miss my darling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cats&lt;/span&gt;, especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterscotch&lt;/span&gt; who I can imagine is going to be so confused about where I've gone. The cat's completely attached to me. She's gonna be so broken :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to miss the friends I leave behind! All my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HMC peeps&lt;/span&gt;, and o&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f course, my beloved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zehan, Mrina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mardiana&lt;/span&gt;! :( Melbourne's not going to be the same without my two psycho &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gediks&lt;/span&gt; to bitch, gossip, and dance with. I'm so gonna miss all of you so very, very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;I'm so going to miss Malaysian food! Don't give me that nonsense about how Melbourne has it too, it definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is not the same&lt;/span&gt;. I'm goin&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;g to miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;, the curry laksa at Delicious and Alexis, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; at SS2 ... every single morsel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything right now, and I actually shouldn't be typing long blog entries because my nails aren't 100% dry yet. I'm suddenly developed an obsession with painting my nails, and touching them up everyday. Sigh! I'm driving myself crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled all around the world last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canadian Pizza&lt;/span&gt; with Terence, Chris, Nigel and Daniel last night. After that, we headed to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HMC Newbies Night&lt;/span&gt; so I could say bye bye to my lecturers and HMC peeps :) It was so sad, I cried for the first time. I especially cried hardest when I hugged  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;goodbye because I'm gonna miss him so much lah. I love the guy despite his emoness and his mission to make my life miserable! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakers&lt;/span&gt; with Ezra and Terence after that, and then joined some people at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hartamas Square&lt;/span&gt; before meeting up with the Samsung gang at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt; :D They gave me the sweetest present - a photo album with all our photos from our Samsung trips, and individual messages inside too :) Sanctuary was damn packed last night, but I got to dance, so I'm happy! They made me do vodka shots with them in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Bar&lt;/span&gt; which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be -10 degrees, but to be honest, it was colder in Genting that time I went a couple of weeks ago. I think it was because the ice was melting and stuff already, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jun Wei, Yi Yang, and Mrina later on in the night and spent the night with them too. The vodka was getting to my head, so I think I was a bit tipsy when Sean called from Melbourne as well, heh heh! I think he was quite amused :P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can I just say that it was easily the worst sleep I've ever had?!&lt;/span&gt; You try being caught in between Jun Wei and Mrina's tug-of-war with the blankets, and then poked, prodded, and kicked every few minutes! I literally woke up every 15 minutes to turn over. Stupid Jun Wei set the alarm for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7AM&lt;/span&gt; so we all woke up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris Hilton - Nothing In This World&lt;/span&gt; at that ungodly hour. When Mrina and Yi Yang vacated the bed, Jun Wei and I slept &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn well&lt;/span&gt;,  bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BSC&lt;/span&gt; alone to get my haircut with Liza :) :) FINALLY! Met up with Jun Wei and Yi Yang for lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Bodega&lt;/span&gt; after that too. We were eating like pigs, but the food was too good, haha. And that's saying a lot because I normally hate La Bodega's food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos tomorrow or when I get to Melbourne because the internet is fucked up.   &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/36540528-19056534130972053?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/19056534130972053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=19056534130972053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/19056534130972053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/19056534130972053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-in-this-world.html' title='Nothing In This World'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-2106237995630836950</id><published>2007-02-09T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:14:20.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>We Belong Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt; to my grandparents, aunties and uncles on my Dad's side tonight :( I stayed strong, and I didn't cry although my eyes were filling up, and I really, really, really thought I would.  Mrina, Jun Wei, and Yi Yang were there to keep me company anyway, so I just held back the tears. Baby, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you would have been proud of me&lt;/span&gt;, not a single tear rolled down! :D :D But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will confirm cry at the airport&lt;/span&gt;, boo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't want to blab long. Just a few photos from the night Jun Wei, Mrina, and I went for dinner at One Utama. We were at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;French Connection&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beanies&lt;/span&gt; were so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am well aware that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas was over 2 months ago&lt;/span&gt;, and I will change the layout okay, you just give me time to settle in Melbourne first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rctae9gr9SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O-YI80WHgMc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rctae9gr9SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O-YI80WHgMc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029212896843527458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rctaqdgr9TI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gd9tzpS7Uzk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rctaqdgr9TI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gd9tzpS7Uzk/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029213094412023090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rcta2Ngr9UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/smtB2nQNvv8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rcta2Ngr9UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/smtB2nQNvv8/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029213296275486018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RctbBdgr9VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JxGNESbxIJE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RctbBdgr9VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JxGNESbxIJE/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029213489549014354" border="0" /&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/36540528-2106237995630836950?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/2106237995630836950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=2106237995630836950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2106237995630836950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2106237995630836950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-belong-together.html' title='We Belong Together'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/Rctae9gr9SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O-YI80WHgMc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-6595176103241955494</id><published>2007-02-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:49:59.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Don't Mess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think you all should know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm one of the weirdest people you'll ever meet&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. I was going through the archives of my old blog and can I just say, my life is never boring?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;, my neighbours were playing with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt; while I was studying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;, and whenever they released one, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would jump three feet in the air&lt;/span&gt;. I was already high on caffeine, and very stressed out, so I did what any sane person would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside and yelled a whole string of profanities at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I told them that if they didn't stop &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they're all going to Hell&lt;/span&gt; and that they should be more considerate because SPM was in two weeks and that I didn't give two fucks what celebration it was because I was trying to study History and if they didn't stop their fireworks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll burn down their house&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all their offspring will suffer painful deaths&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they got the point because they stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled back into my chair, and resumed studying. Half an hour later, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double the number of fireworks&lt;/span&gt;! Buggers were probably doing it to spite me! So what did I do? Yell somemore? Nah, I'm better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I called the cops on them&lt;/span&gt; :D A patrol car came round and summoned their asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm priceless, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vietnam Kitchen&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt;. It was full of dodgy conversation, and good company :) Had dessert with Jun Wei at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bakerzin&lt;/span&gt; after that (mmm, warm chocolate cake with thyme ice cream, please!) before Ian, Julian and Kevin came to pick us up. Went over to Jun Wei's for a bit before asking my Mom to come pick me up since I wanted to go home :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at photos of my belly piercing, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss it lah&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna go get it repierced before I leave, but at the same time I'm so lazy to take care of it all over again because it's so hard to take care of! .. I have the terrible habit of getting pierced whenever I have nothing better to do, sigh. I don't know, I'll sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;&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/36540528-6595176103241955494?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6595176103241955494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=6595176103241955494&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6595176103241955494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/6595176103241955494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-mess.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8740718479351423939</id><published>2007-02-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:33:38.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>My Best Friends</title><content type='html'>I have awesome friends, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt; and I were talking about random things, and a certain something came up, and I pretty much asked him what he would do if someone attacked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jun Wei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sorry, I can't protect you there. I'm not risking my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Damn bad wei you. Confirm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; also won't save me like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jun Wei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; That woman will be the first to run if it comes to her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jun Wei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sadly, I will run right beside her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-8740718479351423939?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8740718479351423939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8740718479351423939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8740718479351423939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8740718479351423939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-best-friends.html' title='My Best Friends'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-4185868313364375735</id><published>2007-02-05T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:13:41.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Packing! :(</title><content type='html'>I started packing yesterday. So far I have three bags - two bags of clothes, one bag for handbags and shoes. I'm already up to 30kg, so I think I need to stop packing and just let my parents bring the rest of the stuff with her when they come in May. I still haven't sent my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lulu Guinness&lt;/span&gt; bag for dry-cleaning! It's so dirty now :( My room is in such a mess as well because I started cleaning it, and was too lazy to finish, heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping yesterday with my Mom at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BSC&lt;/span&gt;. Bought a really pretty pair of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adidas Orion&lt;/span&gt; in pink! :D After that, I saw a matching cap so I grabbed that too. Also picked up this pretty lightweight sports jacket too, and since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbara Harris&lt;/span&gt; was in town, my Mom bought me a goodbye present :( It's this absolutely gorgeous, one-of-a-kind crystal necklace with an owl with garnet eyes on it. I'm so scared to wear it because it's so fragile, and so expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcbKngXPF8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1KZCpxDWQt0/s1600-h/orion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcbKngXPF8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1KZCpxDWQt0/s400/orion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027928814056839106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36540528-4185868313364375735?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4185868313364375735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=4185868313364375735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4185868313364375735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/4185868313364375735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/packing.html' title='Packing! :('/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcbKngXPF8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1KZCpxDWQt0/s72-c/orion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8061536564617522847</id><published>2007-02-03T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:12:39.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbo'/><title type='text'>Embarassing Moment #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just remembered another embarassing moment to add on to the embarassing moments list I made, heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; The time when I wore a bright, hot pink bra, and I didn't realise that my shirt was sheer until I looked into the mirror properly at work. Oh, priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory sucks. I can't remember whether I brushed my teeth this morning, so I just brushed them again. I wonder if this is how getting old feels like.&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/36540528-8061536564617522847?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8061536564617522847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8061536564617522847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8061536564617522847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8061536564617522847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/embarassing-moment-9.html' title='Embarassing Moment #9'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-2523912043700717686</id><published>2007-02-03T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:07:09.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Packing Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe I'm leaving in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one week&lt;/span&gt;! I haven't even properly started packing yet. I'm gonna start today :( I just don't know what I want to bring, what I want to leave, and I have no idea how I'm going to stick to the 30kg limit! At the rate I'm going, I'm going to have five suitcases with me too! I hate packing. I always pack at the last minute, except this time I'm kinda going to be away for 10 months. Oh, my visa got approved really fast, so I'm happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got four CDs to listen to this weekend because I'm supposed to review them for work. Right now I'm listening to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/At-Movies-Dave-Koz/dp/B000JJ4P9O/sr=8-1/qid=1170478567/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-7821156-7587822?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music"&gt;Dave Koz&lt;/a&gt; in my car which is not that bad, but I also have to listen to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cheetah-Girls-2/dp/B000FZDIGS/sr=1-1/qid=1170478596/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-7821156-7587822?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music"&gt;The Cheetah Girls 2&lt;/a&gt; as well :( I also have &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Not-Too-Late-Norah-Jones/dp/B000KCHZK6/sr=1-1/qid=1170478636/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-7821156-7587822?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music"&gt;Norah Jones&lt;/a&gt;, which I think will not be as good as her first album. I really liked her first album. Her second was dismal, but I hope her third will be better. Since I'm on the topic of music, please listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce - Listen&lt;/span&gt; because it's on my playlist right now. It's damn good :) I'm also listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina Aguilera's Back To Basics&lt;/span&gt; which I find really nice. I really like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candyman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makes Me Wanna Pray&lt;/span&gt;. If you're looking for a new make-out song, go download &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina Aguilera - Nasty Naughty Boy&lt;/span&gt;. Check out the lyrics &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/christinaaguilera/nastynaughtyboy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and you'll know what I mean ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Araville&lt;/span&gt; for the pool party last night straight after work. Wasn't feeling so well, so I came home early :( At least I got to gossip with Mr. Siva, Ms. Selina and Ezra for awhile though! :D When I got home, I instantly crashed because I was so tired. I don't even remember talking to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mrina&lt;/span&gt; on the phone last night, I can only remember random flashes! :S&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/36540528-2523912043700717686?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/2523912043700717686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=2523912043700717686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2523912043700717686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2523912043700717686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/packing-blues.html' title='Packing Blues'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-7977997800956780776</id><published>2007-02-02T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:06:41.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maison'/><title type='text'>Urban Republic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momotalo&lt;/span&gt; again with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt; this time :) Actually more like I sat there, and had a drink with them since I ate dinner at home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bergerak&lt;/span&gt;ed to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mont Kiara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after that, and sat by the fountain again until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zehan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar&lt;/span&gt; came. The three of us then headed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maison&lt;/span&gt; where we saw the entire world. Maison last night was damn onz, can I just say?! :D I didn't drink though, thinking that if I did, I would have a rough morning (I'm at work now), but I woke up with the worst sore throat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Mellissa Will Miss Most In KL&lt;/span&gt; moment: I'm gonna miss nights like last night, where we can just let loose and literally dance the whole night away! I'm gonna miss hanging out with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gediks&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maison&lt;/span&gt;, and hopefully it wouldn't have closed down by the time I come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S and I decided to be heroes, so we went all the way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt;'s house in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kota Damansara&lt;/span&gt; after having a drink at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devi's @ Hartamas&lt;/span&gt; :D Hung around there with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yi Yang&lt;/span&gt; before coming back home, and crashing at about .. 6AM? I couldn't seem to fall asleep, so I kept waking up halfway :( I'm at work right now, and the funny thing is that I'm not sleepy, I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-7977997800956780776?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7977997800956780776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=7977997800956780776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7977997800956780776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7977997800956780776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/urban-republic.html' title='Urban Republic!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5011138507548282410</id><published>2007-02-01T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T13:18:42.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maison'/><title type='text'>I Will Follow Yoooou</title><content type='html'>A message from my &lt;a href="http://copywritingstudent.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Aunty Janet&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We're searching high and low for people who can write well and would love a career the thrilling world of advertising. If you know of any such creatures, please send them this link. &lt;a href="http://passiontowrite.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.passiontowrite.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is our new strategy to bring copywriters (with no advertising background) into the ad industry - there are so many agencies calling me up to ask for copywriters - that's why we are committed to find them and train them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thanks for helping us in our hunt!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-- 95% Trainings&lt;br /&gt;www.95percent.com.my&lt;/blockquote&gt;Popped by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hartamas gathering&lt;/span&gt; for a little while, didn't seem like we were gonna be doing much, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt; and I walked to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somo&lt;/span&gt; over at Mont Kiara again. That place is amazing, it was a Wednesday night and completely packed! But then again, today's a holiday so yeah. I SMSed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; along the way to help me get a table, and Jun Wei and I got quite a nice table because the two super huge fans were blowing straight at us, hee hee. I really like it, and I've been recommending it to everyone I meet ever since I went there for the first time a few months ago. So if you need a place to chill, hang out, and talk, go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somo&lt;/span&gt;, right beside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; in Mont Kiara, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mont Kiara&lt;/span&gt; with Jun Wei, walking around, sitting by the fountain, and talking about everything under the sun. Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yi Yang&lt;/span&gt; after that and went to my place to hang out :) S dropped by later too, and can I just say, I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; this year is going to be quite hopeless! Watched one episode of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; last night, and I definitely want to see more. Will go on a downloading frenzy in Melbourne, I tell you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF2dgXPF1I/AAAAAAAAACs/ytdpia1ppZA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF2dgXPF1I/AAAAAAAAACs/ytdpia1ppZA/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026428908397860690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3JQXPF3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/PFbtiVKYXMI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3JQXPF3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/PFbtiVKYXMI/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026429660017137522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF2sAXPF2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/b81F2kKZhKY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF2sAXPF2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/b81F2kKZhKY/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026429157505963874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3agXPF4I/AAAAAAAAADE/buad5dq8xcg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3agXPF4I/AAAAAAAAADE/buad5dq8xcg/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026429956369880962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3pQXPF5I/AAAAAAAAADM/b8_q-c2ahC4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3pQXPF5I/AAAAAAAAADM/b8_q-c2ahC4/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026430209772951442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3zwXPF6I/AAAAAAAAADU/eh40IPFpp08/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3zwXPF6I/AAAAAAAAADU/eh40IPFpp08/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026430390161577890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3_QXPF7I/AAAAAAAAADc/GxBBdDv2bes/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF3_QXPF7I/AAAAAAAAADc/GxBBdDv2bes/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026430587730073522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maison&lt;/span&gt; tonight, anyone in? :D&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/36540528-5011138507548282410?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5011138507548282410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5011138507548282410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5011138507548282410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5011138507548282410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-will-follow-yoooou.html' title='I Will Follow Yoooou'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcF2dgXPF1I/AAAAAAAAACs/ytdpia1ppZA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8616985280869444065</id><published>2007-01-31T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:51:23.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genting'/><title type='text'>Happy Times!</title><content type='html'>After all the hoo-hah, and me screaming about how I hate the internet, the server suddenly started working again and everything went on super fast :) :) Apparently someone up there decided to take pity on the uber stressed out girl with no visa, heh. I managed to complete my medical check-up, x-rays and all yesterday too, as well as slot in a quick dental appointment where I got my teeth scaled, polished, and a filling re-done. Phwoar, I feel so productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to slot in time to go shopping with S yesterday at OU. I think this is the first time a guy has out-shopped me in a day! I only ended up with a (very pretty, if I do say so myself, which I just did) tube top from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cats Whiskers, &lt;/span&gt;while he ended up with jeans, t-shirts, and two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polos&lt;/span&gt; (in really nice colours too, see, told you the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; would be cute :P). Had dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momotalo&lt;/span&gt;, which apparently is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt;'s favourite restaurant (why haven't we been there before together then, woman?! And no, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sugimoto&lt;/span&gt; excuse doesn't work!) before heading up to ... alright, wait for it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WENT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GENTING!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally someone who can understand, relate, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;give in&lt;/span&gt; to my random bursts of spontaneity! Passed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Batu Caves&lt;/span&gt; along the way. So pretty - they had the Buddha statue, and all the lights and all the people .. all ready for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thaipusam&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow! :) One thing I'm gonna miss about Malaysia is the culture and the different holidays. Ahhhh. ANYWAY! After arriving at Genting, we realised that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;the car had no more petrol&lt;/span&gt;. Well, actually it did, but the fuel light thingy was already on, and all the petrol stations were closed :P But still, we made it all the way back from Genting to my house with the fuel light on, and the car didn't die along the way, thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcAPkwXPFvI/AAAAAAAAABs/R7XoYNkb91U/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcAPkwXPFvI/AAAAAAAAABs/R7XoYNkb91U/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026034308277540594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcAPyQXPFwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4i2weWAgfL4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcAPyQXPFwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4i2weWAgfL4/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026034540205774594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcAP8wXPFxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0OLLbUj5LMk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcAP8wXPFxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0OLLbUj5LMk/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026034720594401042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcAQGgXPFyI/AAAAAAAAACE/60CzvxKlMCM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcAQGgXPFyI/AAAAAAAAACE/60CzvxKlMCM/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026034888098125602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Came back from Genting at about, what, 3ish? 4ish? My parents then woke me up at 7.30AM to go see an Australian migration agent in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Amcorp Mall&lt;/span&gt;. I was so tired, I fell asleep on the sofa waiting for them to finish breakfast, and I would've slept in the car too except I was too sleepy to drive, so I had to keep one eye open to make sure my Mom didn't end up stranding us in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt; or something. She did take the wrong turning when I was on the phone with my Dad, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I'm abbreviating names now (well, some names anyway) it's because I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;sick and tired&lt;/span&gt; of people asking me about so-and-so, and all that jazz lah. Actually, I don't know, I just feel like. And don't you think initials are cooler anyway? Heh. Like Jin says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt;ina and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;llissa = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr. Me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/36540528-8616985280869444065?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8616985280869444065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8616985280869444065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8616985280869444065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8616985280869444065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-times.html' title='Happy Times!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RcAPkwXPFvI/AAAAAAAAABs/R7XoYNkb91U/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-7510658382455409585</id><published>2007-01-30T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:31:15.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Doo Doo Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now I'm sitting at home, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;applying for my student visa online&lt;/span&gt;, hee hee. My COE just arrived today. It actually was done yesterday, but they spelled my name wrong! I'm not at work today because I'm not feeling too well. My stomach is still feeling funky :( I don't know, I just get these random cramps and a general unsettling, bloaty feeling. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I'm not pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. I want to get my medical check up done today, if possible. I took tomorrow off from work also because I have a dental appointment, and apparently Thursday is a holiday as well o_O Three days of not working, hooray! :P I started packing this morning. I filled up one suitcase in 15 minutes, and that's not even a quarter of the clothes I'm bringing! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;told&lt;/span&gt; my Mom I'd need a bigger suitcase, but did she listen to me? Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra brought me dinner/supper from Williams last night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latest Read&lt;/span&gt; (on the left, you blind peeps!) has always been a celebrity biography lately, it's because I'm reviewing them for work. So far I've read the biographies of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe, Johnny Depp, David Beckham, Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Hanks&lt;/span&gt;. Most interesting one is a close tie between Marilyn and Johnny, while David wins the award for having the most drool-worthy photos! But definitely, if you consider yourself a Johnny Depp fan, run down to the book shop and get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's Eating Johnny Depp?&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel Goodall&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memorized IDP Subang's phone number&lt;/span&gt; by now, good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt; Meh, the visa questions are weird. They have the normal stuff about health conditions, then they have the normal standard "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever had a criminal record&lt;/span&gt;" nonsense, blah blah blah, then they ask if I've ever had some sort of connections to illegal people movements, whether I've been against human rights, and so on. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3$@#$@%#$%#@(&amp; !!!!!! SERVER ERROR&lt;/span&gt;?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DIDN'T SAVE&lt;/span&gt;! Now I have to go back over and fill everything out again, except now the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire server is down&lt;/span&gt; so no one can do any applications. I hate technology. I hate the internet. ARGH!!! Here's a note for you, kiddies, when getting your visa, please make sure you apply at least 2 months before leaving so you won't have to deal with slow servers due to the massive rush of students trying to apply for their visa 2 weeks before their course starts. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse you, damn internet Gods! *shakes fist*&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/36540528-7510658382455409585?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7510658382455409585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=7510658382455409585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7510658382455409585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7510658382455409585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/doo-doo-doo.html' title='Doo Doo Doo'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-868190645252716071</id><published>2007-01-29T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:08:55.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maison'/><title type='text'>Bigfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei &lt;/span&gt;and I were rotting at home on a boring Saturday afternoon, so we decided to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangsar Village 2&lt;/span&gt; because I wanted to show him the new love of my life. Had drinks at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;, went shopping, didn't buy anything (boo!), ended up buying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; and doing it (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so dodgy!&lt;/span&gt;) in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ching Yi&lt;/span&gt;'s house, hahaha. Ching seriously, the only reason I did it is because of you, okay?! It was quite funny to be lounging around and lazing in Ching's room while she was scrapbooking and getting stressed out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; with the guys after the BoyzIIMen concert on Saturday night, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; managed to talk me out of it, and instead successfully managed to drag me with her to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maison&lt;/span&gt; :P &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jin Eu&lt;/span&gt; and her picked me up, and we went to Jin's house to chill and wait for his friends. Went to Maison only at about .. 11ish? Close to 12? Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hartamas &lt;/span&gt;after that for supper, came home and crashed at about 6ish. Meh. Woke up at 11 the next day because I had to go for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;University of Melbourne pre-departure talk &lt;/span&gt;with my parents at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikko Hotel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work now, and I'm so, so, so sleepy :( I'm a bit worried about where the hell I'm going to stay in Melbourne, now that I don't know if the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ormond&lt;/span&gt; thing is going to work out. Was talking to Sing Yee yesterday, and she said that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College Square&lt;/span&gt; isn't too bad, but that would mean I'd have to live alone :( So saddening. I'm leaving in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less than 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt; now, holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my Mom at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lot 10&lt;/span&gt; after the Uni of Melb talk. Bought these really adorable shiny&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; ballerina flats from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincci&lt;/span&gt;, black suede ankle-length boots, and two pairs of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birkenstocks&lt;/span&gt;. Also bought yet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; winter jacket from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEED&lt;/span&gt;, which brings my current total of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white jackets&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; now. I was trying almost every pair of Birkenstocks in the shop, but it is true, despite them being so uber comfy, they are also quite uber ugly :\ They make my feet look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can challenge &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bigfoot!&lt;/span&gt; o_O&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/36540528-868190645252716071?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/868190645252716071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=868190645252716071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/868190645252716071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/868190645252716071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/bigfoot.html' title='Bigfoot'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-3349130928567341659</id><published>2007-01-27T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:33:52.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Samsung Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met up with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David, Angel&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seng Ming &lt;/span&gt;yesterday at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt; :) Although the four of us were a bit emo, it was lots of fun. I've really missed these people! You spend six weekends with them, and you already feel like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've known them inside out&lt;/span&gt;. I miss our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt; days so, so much! That was easily one of the best trips I've ever been on, despite my extra, super horrendous hangover the next day, and me KO-ing too early in the night, hahaha. After Laundry, Seng Ming, David, and I headed over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Murni SS2&lt;/span&gt; for food and Ribena special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many songs I want to download, but my Ares won't connect! To top that all off, I can't seem to find my iPod cable, so I can't transfer songs into my iPod. Bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL is getting boring. Been everywhere. Done everything. Meh. I've got nothing else to say for now (wow!) so I'm just going to leave you with photos from last night. More photo posts coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrTJAXPFoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GbbwLZtiQC8/s1600-h/angeldavidmel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrTJAXPFoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GbbwLZtiQC8/s400/angeldavidmel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560485954950786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrTlAXPFpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Y1MS2Cw6n7I/s1600-h/angelmel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrTlAXPFpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Y1MS2Cw6n7I/s400/angelmel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560966991287954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrT7wXPFqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lB4I3tbb_OI/s1600-h/angelsmmel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrVNQXPFtI/AAAAAAAAABA/AGkfuVDJ-_A/s400/sengmingmel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024562757992650450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrVoQXPFuI/AAAAAAAAABI/eUUtkgaVYaA/s1600-h/sengmingmel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrVoQXPFuI/AAAAAAAAABI/eUUtkgaVYaA/s400/sengmingmel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024563221849118434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrUVgXPFrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hE3aKc50uS4/s1600-h/davidmel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&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/36540528-3349130928567341659?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3349130928567341659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=3349130928567341659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3349130928567341659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3349130928567341659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/samsung-gang.html' title='Samsung Gang'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppVzMKzN8w/RbrTJAXPFoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GbbwLZtiQC8/s72-c/angeldavidmel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8584958923301473471</id><published>2007-01-26T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:10:10.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbo'/><title type='text'>Embarassing Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm bored, so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mellissa Lee's Most Embarassing Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling into the drain outside the cantee&lt;/span&gt;n @ SMKSH. I wasn't looking at where I was going and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fluttered&lt;/span&gt; down (apparently those years of ballet training came in handy for once) into the drain, but like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; said, at least I fell gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knocking my head on a hanging flower pot&lt;/span&gt;, also @ SMKSH. I was messaging someone on my phone and I didn't see where I was going, so kaboom, I hit my head on those stupid clay pots. The pots were then changed to plastic pots, and I think now they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Crossing that busy main road outside Breakers @ Hartamas and slipping, thus leading to me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falling down right in the middle of the road&lt;/span&gt;, in front of so many cars! Jun Wei was having a massive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMG MELL, YOU ALMOST DIED!"&lt;/span&gt; fit while I was too busy laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bursting into tears&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of Laundry (yes, yes, I DO know that it's supposed to be a happy place!) but I couldn't control it, okay? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calling my Mom&lt;/span&gt; after our (Jun Wei and I) "we almost died" moment to ask her if we should've called the cops. She was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What?! Are you serious?!"&lt;/span&gt; while Jun Wei and I were having this battle with our conscience in the taxi. Heh heh. But hey, Jun Wei, we really did almost die right?! Technically, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. On the same night as #5, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;singing High School Musical songs&lt;/span&gt; in the taxi with Jun Wei, while the taxi driver started looking at us funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When the stylist at A Cut Above &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asked Jun Wei if I was his girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The day in KLCC with my &lt;a href="http://copywritingstudent.blogspot.com/"&gt;aunty&lt;/a&gt; when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we set off all the alarms in every store we walked to&lt;/span&gt; :\ There was something in her bag or mine that was setting off all the alarms (you know those sensor things at the door?) except we couldn't figure out what it was, and no, we weren't shoplifting either! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I just realised a lot of my embarassing moments have to do with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt;. That has to be some sort of wacked up sign wei. &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/36540528-8584958923301473471?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8584958923301473471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8584958923301473471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8584958923301473471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8584958923301473471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/most-embarassing-moments.html' title='Embarassing Moments'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-2155560525577094147</id><published>2007-01-26T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:51:23.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>What Am I On?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm suddenly in a damn cheerful mood :D Like happy, really happy, not just pretending to be happy. I'm feeling good. I'm at work now, but I have to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Midvalley&lt;/span&gt; to return stuff later, I'm just waiting for the shops to open now. I slept well last night, although&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I had a really painful dream&lt;/span&gt;. It was very painful, but at the same time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it felt right.&lt;/span&gt; It felt right like the planets are properly aligned and like that's how things are supposed to be. But then right, in my dream,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I had bigger boobs&lt;/span&gt;. Like really, almost can challenge &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; :P So it wasn't such a bad dream after all. Like I was telling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wy Keith&lt;/span&gt;, it might have been actually a good dream because of the big boobs. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jake's&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt; last night, and then we went to Bangsar. Checked out the new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangsar Village&lt;/span&gt; and can I just say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in love!&lt;/span&gt; Why must it open right before I leave?! *whines* I was walking around going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OH MY GOD, LOOK AT THE SHOES!" &lt;/span&gt;when I walked pass &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aldo&lt;/span&gt;, and then upon seeing a smaller shoe shop, I just turned to Ryan and said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"... and they call themselves a shoe shop?!"&lt;/span&gt; I think I made about a gazillion bimbo comments last night, and I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't wanna have dinner with me anymore :P Had ice-cream at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baskin Robbins&lt;/span&gt; to top off the night, yummy yummy. Thanks for everything, Ryan, you really did cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very talkative mood, so expect a lot of blog entries from me today, heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wy Keith&lt;/span&gt; on MSN this morning, and I showed him &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/nst/Wednesday/NewsBreak/20070124151446/Article/index_html"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freaky, much?!&lt;/span&gt; I wanna have toenails that make and release gem stones too! When I first read it, it gave me goosebumps, brr. Seriously, I don't know how medical people are gonna explain a phenomenon like this! It's so cool, so, so, so cool. Cooler than the discovery of the golden turtle. And the python that ate 11 dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... as you can see, I have been reading all major newspapers this morning out of sheer boredom. Sigh.&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/36540528-2155560525577094147?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/2155560525577094147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=2155560525577094147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2155560525577094147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2155560525577094147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-am-i-on.html' title='What Am I On?!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1177979625895480646</id><published>2007-01-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:09:30.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ormond'/><title type='text'>My Mind's Unweaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ezra&lt;/span&gt;, your stupid song is now stalking me. Whenever I get into the car now, confirm I hear it at least once.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your subtleties, they strangle me, I can't explain myself at all. And all the wants, and all the needs, all I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; don't want to need at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Please make it go away because it's so sad, and it makes me sad :( Another song that's been haunting me lately is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sozzi - Letting Go&lt;/span&gt; but that's because it's track #3 on the CD in my car. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So now I say the things I want to say, sometimes it's better letting go this way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always know down in my soul, we really had so far to go&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've given all I had to give&lt;/span&gt; and now it's time for me to live, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I won't look back, and I won't regret, though it hurts like hell, someday I will forget ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, Ezra, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we go for dinner tomorrow instead, can?&lt;/span&gt; Tonight I already have plans! :D And I'm sorry for sounding so blur when you called me, I was sleeping and it didn't register when I saw the name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wern Loong&lt;/span&gt; on my display, hahaha. I got no credit to reply your SMS, so hopefully you see this, and hopefully I remember to call you :D I miss you lah, my big, cuddly, stupid biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my tyre, I completely forgot I work at a publishing place thingy which, duh, has a car magazine under it too! HOORAY! Danny was nice enough to help me change to my spare tyre. Whee! We had the Seventeen staff photoshoot today for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Talk&lt;/span&gt;, so that was fun, goofing around with the flowers, heh heh. Nigel came to the office after that to help me load all the bags into my car (and his car) and he followed me to the workshop. Dropped my car off there, and we went for lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Utama&lt;/span&gt; because I had to return clothes too. Seriously, returning and loaning = damn tiring. Imagine Nigel and I walking around OU, bogged down with paper bags. We had to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;put all the bags in a trolley&lt;/span&gt; and wheel it around everywhere we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in the car on the way to the workshop :\ As in seriously deep, deep slumber. Nigel would poke me awake every now and then to ask for directions, and I'd mumble them and then go back to sleep. I didn't sleep well (actually, I hardly slept at all) last night, and I was just so .. tired. I wasn't sleepy, I didn't need sleep .. I just felt so drained. Emotionally drained. Mentally exhausted. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out for dinner with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt; in about an hour or so. Looking forward to it because we very rarely get a chance to meet, and seriously, come on, what other guy would come to my house in the middle of the night to bring me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haagan Dazs &lt;/span&gt;ice cream, and chit-chat the night away? :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HINT. HINT. HINT. HINT. HINT. &lt;/span&gt;*ahem* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HINT. HINT. HINT. HINT. HINT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. yeah, I don't do subtle well, do I? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way .. I still have no idea what to do about the Ormond thing. I have to submit an appeal letter, pretty much begging them to take me. A bit sad, right?! But what is there for me to dooo, I don't wanna be homeless! I dunno lah, I hope the appeal letter gets through, gah.&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/36540528-1177979625895480646?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1177979625895480646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1177979625895480646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1177979625895480646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1177979625895480646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-minds-unweaving.html' title='My Mind&apos;s Unweaving'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-7935605474456590800</id><published>2007-01-25T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:09:06.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ormond'/><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm having the day from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 10AM and so far ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For those of you who know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then you know lah what&lt;/span&gt;. I think that could possibly top the list.&lt;br /&gt;2. I came to work today, parked, got out of the car, and noticed that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my tire was completely flat&lt;/span&gt;. I have no idea how to change it, so I had to call Nigel to come save me. Later I have to somehow find a way to get the tire off and send it somewhere to be fixed. All this and my day is already busy enough.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ormond called me just now to say that they're full and that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they can't offer me a resident spot, &lt;/span&gt;so right now  but they want to put me on their waitlist, or pass me on to my 2nd choice college. I asked IDP what to do, and they said to submit an appeal letter so that's what I'm doing I guess. In a way I'm kind of relieved because I can share with Mrina IF she comes in July, but in the mean time, WHERE THE HELL AM I GONNA STAY?!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially hating my life right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Mr. Big Person Up There, what else are you gonna throw at me now?&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/36540528-7935605474456590800?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7935605474456590800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=7935605474456590800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7935605474456590800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7935605474456590800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8012861911780532590</id><published>2007-01-24T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:30:17.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HMC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><title type='text'>Don't Chase Me</title><content type='html'>I'm watching my old Grey's Anatomy episodes again, and I still really, really love this quote Callie said in season three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm out of my element here, I break bones for a living. I used to live in the basement! Most days, I wear last night's eyeliner to work, I don't give a crap what other people think about me because I'm a happily independent, successful woman and I like it that way! ... Only when you say stuff like this ... it just makes things too hard .. so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please, don't chase me anymore. Unless you're ready to catch me&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Callie, why you so smart?! :( I'm feeling you, woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Browsing through my old files, I found the HMC video. Ah, memories. I hate to admit it, but I do miss HMC every now and then. Whenever I go to HMC, it always feels a little bit more like home :) I miss my Student Council-ings too, I miss our random emo days in the Student Council Room, &lt;b&gt;cartoon porn&lt;/b&gt;, emo days .. everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dz9a-QxYsDs"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dz9a-QxYsDs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="600"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-8012861911780532590?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8012861911780532590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8012861911780532590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8012861911780532590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8012861911780532590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-chase-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Chase Me'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-47019787335212878</id><published>2007-01-23T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:36:15.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Think. Think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two photoshoots today *yawn* One was the one where I had to bribe Mrina and Ching Yi to model for, and the other one was with celebrities like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xandria Ooi, Belinda C, Sharifah Amani&lt;/span&gt;, and the winner of that "Most Beautiful Women" reality show on 8TV awhile ago. Belinda C is really cute, very spunky. Sharifah Amani is very real, very down-to-earth. I really liked her :) Basically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was on my feet from 9am until 7pm&lt;/span&gt; (yes, I worked one extra hour today!) so I'm seriously. Very. Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to be looking forward to moving to another continent just because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can finally get a chance to relax&lt;/span&gt;? o_O You would think people would find it more hectic, but to be honest, right now I'm welcoming the change with open arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out. When I'm alone and not working, I think. And I hate thinking. I firmly believe that you should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just do&lt;/span&gt; and not waste time on thinking. I don't like thinking. I don't like a lot of things too, but I really don't like thinking. Therefore, I shall make a vow to try my best to not think anymore. Well, not think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; lah, more like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overanalyze&lt;/span&gt;. People always say that I think too much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suitcase is beside my bed, lying there empty. I told my Mom to buy me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby pink Samsonite case&lt;/span&gt; but she bought me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; one instead! &gt;:( I'm not very happy. I asked her why didn't she buy the pink one, and she said because black would match my outfits more *....* Like come on, how many times will I be carrying this bag, and why would I care if it matched my outfit again?! I'm only going to be dragging it in an airport! :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tahan, I need to get out.&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/36540528-47019787335212878?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/47019787335212878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=47019787335212878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/47019787335212878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/47019787335212878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/think-think.html' title='Think. Think.'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-8197957331843501128</id><published>2007-01-22T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:50:39.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>What's Your Seduction Style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/hipster.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-8197957331843501128?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8197957331843501128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=8197957331843501128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8197957331843501128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/8197957331843501128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-your-seduction-style.html' title='What&apos;s Your Seduction Style?'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-2452210854237621871</id><published>2007-01-22T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:08:24.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ormond'/><title type='text'>To The Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So much for a relaxing weekend! Instead of catching up on my sleep, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had even less of it&lt;/span&gt;! *dies* My weekend was just busy, busy, busy. I've actually forgotten what I did Friday night, so I'll just start with Saturday. Saturday night was my Grandma's big birthday bash at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Orchid Room @ Royal Lake Club&lt;/span&gt;. T'was okay, I think it went rather smoothly. The guys picked me up from there, and we went straight to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt;'s house since it was midnight and it was her birthday :) Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ching Yi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt; there, and we managed to convince Mrina to spend the night at Ching Yi's house too, hee hee. Went over to Ching Yi's house after that, and everyone just hung out, talking, blah blah blah. The guys went back at about 4ish? 5ish? We girls just spent the rest of the time eating like pigs and talking about so many things. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've missed my girls so very much&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt; didn't want to join our sleepover. See Jun Wei, you missed out on a lot of interesting stories because you didn't come! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept at about 8ish, and I woke up at about 9ish to 10ish feeling damn hyper and awake, so I woke up Mrina and we continued talking while Ching slept. Took videos with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paddington&lt;/span&gt;, which I really must get from Mrina's phone :P I went home after that, showered, dressed, and then went back to Ching Yi's house. Mrina, Ching, Ian, Min Ching, Adrian, Marcus, Jun Wei, Kur Win and I had lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninja Jones&lt;/span&gt; which is really pretty, and the food is pretty cheap as well. It's definitely one of the better Japanese restaurants in KL! Watched the match last night with a whole bunch of people at Marcus's place. So upsetting. As much as I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thierry Henry&lt;/span&gt; and all that, I was hoping MU would win, and for awhile, I really thought they were going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overslept this morning :D I was supposed to get up at 10AM to go to OU to choose more outfits for the photo shoot tomorrow, except I only woke up at 12PM and I had to rush around OU like a crazy person, and in the end, I only made it to the office at 2.45PM, hee hee. I'm damn addicted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce - Irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt; now because of Jun Wei, grr! However, the lyrics are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn onz&lt;/span&gt;, really :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I could have another you in a minute&lt;br /&gt;Matter fact he'll be here in a minute&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I can have another you by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've paid my fees and stuff for Melbourne Uni already, and I have my flight ticket too :) Not too sure about Ormond yet, but they recently asked me to forward my confirmation letter to them so yeah, I'm just waiting for their reply now and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; everything will be 100% perfect&lt;/span&gt;. No drama, no fights, no nothing .. everything will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 days more to go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I must blog about this. This is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVOURITE BIMBO MOMENT&lt;/span&gt; ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mellissa picks up the phone and calls Mrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mrina: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mellissa: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mrina: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mellissa: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mellissa thinks that Mrina cannot hear her, and Mrina thinks that Mellissa cannot hear her, but actually they can both hear each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mrina: MEL!?!?! HELLO?! MEEELLLL?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mellissa: MRINAAAA??!! Are you there?! HELLO!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mrina: Mel?! Can you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mellissa: No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence. Pause. Mellissa starts thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mellisa: Eh? Wait a minute, I mean YES! Yes I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/36540528-2452210854237621871?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/2452210854237621871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=2452210854237621871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2452210854237621871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2452210854237621871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-left.html' title='To The Left'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-7182190656435900083</id><published>2007-01-20T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:17:23.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Hee Hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so happy it's the weekend :D I can finally catch up on my sleep! This whole week I've been having only about 4 hours of sleep a night because of work. The next few days at work will be super fun. Yesterday I spent the whole day at KLCC and Midvalley choosing clothes for the shoot on Tuesday. It's like shopping without spending money, I tell you. I went with Aileen, and she let me choose whatever I thought went well with the fashion spread article, hee hee. I'm gonna be quite antsy though because this shoot is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;, I chose the models, I choose what they wear, I choose which each model represents, and so on. On Monday I've got to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever21&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diva&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincci&lt;/span&gt; to pick up more things because Ching Yi's outfit is still incomplete, and so is Phoebe's. Mrina's outfit is more or less done, and so is Ze's. Phew! There's also another shoot on Monday which I want to attend, this one's with a professional model. Then on Tuesday is my shoot in the morning, as well as a celebrity shoot in the afternoon. Wheee :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like something you were so part of suddenly seems to be moving faster without you? It feels so weird, but at the same time, it oddly feels okay. Like it doesn't bother you at all, even though you think it should o_O So odd. Really odd. Speaking of odd, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asyraf&lt;/span&gt; keep laughing at me because I say "odd". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's so odd about "odd"?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-7182190656435900083?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7182190656435900083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=7182190656435900083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7182190656435900083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/7182190656435900083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/hee-hee.html' title='Hee Hee'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-1063200430699346316</id><published>2007-01-18T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:21:58.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ormond'/><title type='text'>Bop Bop Bop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got my offer letter from Swinburne today - a bit late, right?! Monash called me the other day too, and I didn't know how to tell them that I was going to go to Melbourne Uni, so I think I'll just give them my documents also lah since you never know, it's always safe to keep Monash as a back-up! :) My IELTS results only come out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; which means I can only accept my offer for Melbourne Uni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;. Cutting it very close, don't you think?!?! Ormond is already asking for the unconditional offer letter too before they can offer me a place. Meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work now, bumming around while waiting for other offices to open because I've got to make a few calls. Yesterday I had to find five models for a fashion shoot next week in an hour, so I managed to bribe Mrina, Ching Yi, and Zehan to do it :P Mrina's first response was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eew, why?!"&lt;/span&gt; Terrible, I tell you. I need to find one more model, if not then I suppose I'll have to do it, but photo shoots are not my thing anymore. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; much prefer being behind the scenes now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like my job&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday I had a busy day, calling up locations for a shoot and the brands I faxed a couple of days ago. I think today will be slightly slower, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William's&lt;/span&gt; last night with Marcus, Ben, Jia Liang, Jun Wei, Mark, Ian, and Ananda after dinner. I spent god knows how long doing the presentation for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandma's 80th birthday&lt;/span&gt; this Saturday. Everytime I did something, someone would want it some way else. Can kill me, I tell you. Tonight we're having dinner again to go through all the details one last time. Sigh. I have no idea what to wear. We're supposed to wear shades of pink, but I just realised that I don't have many pink dresses. I have the really pretty one I wore to my Grandpa's birthday, and my high school prom dress only. Shopping? Mmmm. Maybe. After that we went to Marcus's place to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High School Musical &lt;/span&gt;again! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my aunt in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/span&gt; on the phone this morning and she tells me not to bring toiletries because she's gonna get everything for me there, but I told her I already bought shampoo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Aunt: Don't bring toiletries, take up space only. After you arrive, I take you straight to go buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: Oh, I bought shampoo already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Aunt: Oh, that one no problem lah, but you can find Redken in Melbourne. How many bottles did you buy?&lt;/span&gt; One only right? Shouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: Erm. Four bottles ... :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Aunt: ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I have an excuse okay. My Mom said to try another line, so I bought my normal Colour Extend and then one more blue one which I can't remember what. So I have like, lots of unopened shampoo in my room now. Not to forget, my Aveda shampoo still isn't finished. Heh heh. Shampoo fetish &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work. Ta! :)&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/36540528-1063200430699346316?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1063200430699346316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=1063200430699346316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1063200430699346316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/1063200430699346316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/bop-bop-bop.html' title='Bop Bop Bop'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-2352085284864170128</id><published>2007-01-17T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:04:11.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Sinking of Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm currently blogging from work now. Came in early because I've got a shitload of things to do. Need to confirm location for photoshoot, call back the brands, blah blah blah. Meh! But work's fun though. I like it -- when I have things to do, that is. Other than that, I just sit around and do nothing ... yeah it gets boring sometimes. Pfft. Like yesterday, I had nothing to do. I read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Star, NST, Malay Mail&lt;/span&gt;, and about six issues of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seventeen&lt;/span&gt;. I also managed to check my horoscope on numerous websites online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sinking of Japan&lt;/span&gt; with Marcus, Wy Keith, and Jun Wei. Surprisingly, it was quite a good movie. Quite emo at some parts, with Japanese music playing and two people running towards each other in slow motion and all that, but overall, quite good. Damn sad though. Seriously, it's quite depressing. Went over to Ching Yi's house after that and watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last Kiss&lt;/span&gt; which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; equally as depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work :)       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36540528-2352085284864170128?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/2352085284864170128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=2352085284864170128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2352085284864170128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/2352085284864170128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/sinking-of-japan.html' title='The Sinking of Japan'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5137485108104287470</id><published>2007-01-16T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:40:50.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>What I've Been Looking For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 1.30AM, and I really should be sleeping if I want to get up in time for work tomorrow, but my thoughts and emotions are in a bit of a mess. Seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know anymore&lt;/span&gt;. I thought I had everything figured out, laid out right in front of me. But really, I don't. I was talking to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrina&lt;/span&gt; just now, and I was getting a bit emo. Hung up and called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt; which made me feel a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt; better after hearing his opinion, but still, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck do I even care that much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Work today was interesting. Had to call and fax the different brands and shops to see if they'd lend us clothes for a photo shoot. Also had to co-ordinate the different dates and stuff to pick the items up. Went for lunch with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel&lt;/span&gt; after that, came back to the office, and bummed around for 4 hours. Heh heh. One thing nice about working in a magazine is that there are tons of magazines lying around for you to read when you're bored. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Liang&lt;/span&gt;, and the BGC people at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D'Fortune&lt;/span&gt; or something in Bandar Sri Damansara because it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt;'s farewell. Went to that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tom yam&lt;/span&gt; mamak stall after that for a drink before coming home. Wy Keith's flying to Melbourne on the same flight as Marcus, Jun Wei, and I now :) :) Yay. Once I leave, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not coming back in May&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be back in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; though. I'll most pro'lly bunk in with Marcus, Wy Keith, and Jun Wei because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ormond&lt;/span&gt; won't be open then (assuming I'm staying there), but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I definitely don't want to come back&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why, but I'm suddenly just damn anxious to leave without looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bed time.   &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/36540528-5137485108104287470?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5137485108104287470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5137485108104287470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5137485108104287470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5137485108104287470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-ive-been-looking-for.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Looking For'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-3200198048479035793</id><published>2007-01-14T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:38:42.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Lack of Sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Continuing on from my last entry, I did fall asleep after all, but it was for only a couple of hours because my Mom woke me up and insisted on going shopping with me. I felt quite awake so I said okay, since after all, she wanted to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Utama&lt;/span&gt; which is nearby lah right? Except ... no ... she made me drive all the way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;! :( Can't complain though because I got to buy a few pretty things, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, and went for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asyraf&lt;/span&gt;'s surprise birthday thing at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mont Kiara Pines&lt;/span&gt;. Then Ching Yi, Mrina, Jun Wei, and I went for drinks at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clear&lt;/span&gt;. From there, Ian came and the four of us went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Bodega&lt;/span&gt; for drinks before ending up in Ching Yi's house with Chow Vi to watch the rest of the match. Marcus picked us up then, and Jun Wei, Ian and I went to his place to play poker. Ended up watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt; there. Poh Sim, you'd be so proud of us :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching poker game after poker game, and watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Girl Next Door&lt;/span&gt; as well, the next thing I know, it was already 6AM which means ... breakfast time! :D So Ben, Jia Liang, Jun Wei, Marcus, Ben Foo, and I went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; place at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SS2&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast this time, and it was definitely better than the Paramount one yesterday! Came home, told myself I wouldn't sleep (because I was scared I couldn't wake up again), but ended up falling asleep for another couple of hours until Jun Wei called and woke me up. Had lunch with my parents, and then went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Utama&lt;/span&gt; with Marcus, Ben, and Wy Keith. Came home, went out for dinner again, and here I am, super duper tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn lazy to work tomorrow. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend alone, I've had less than 8 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Tired. Can. Die. Wei. Agghhh.&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/36540528-3200198048479035793?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3200198048479035793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=3200198048479035793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3200198048479035793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/3200198048479035793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/lack-of-sleep.html' title='Lack of Sleep!'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540528.post-5529776211515914584</id><published>2007-01-13T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:39:25.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't slept in 24 hours&lt;/span&gt;, yet I still feel so wide awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wy Keith, Jun Wei &lt;/span&gt;and I went for a (very) late dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chillis BSC&lt;/span&gt;, and then joined &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt; and went over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ching Yi'&lt;/span&gt;s house. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt; came later on. Talked, and talked, and talked, and then went to meet up with their BGC friends + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Liang&lt;/span&gt; at that Indomie place at SS2. The last time I went there was with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ze&lt;/span&gt;, and both of them were having a wonderful time laughing at how people were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raping me with their eyes&lt;/span&gt;. Brr! Wy Keith, Jun Wei, Marcus and I then went over to my house because Jun Wei wanted Bailey's. We ended up watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eurotrip, &lt;/span&gt;and Jun Wei and Marcus fell asleep halfway. Watched mindless cartoons while waiting for Ben and Jia Liang to come. Crashed for awhile, woke up both of them, then Jia Liang, Ben and I went for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramount&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home, going out again later tonight, but I don't want to go to sleep. If I sleep now, I definitely will sleep for the whole day, and I don't want to waste such a nice Saturday! :( Trying. My. Hardest. To Keep. Awake. Now. Gah. I. Need. Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly damn addicted to that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Utada Hikaru - First Love&lt;/span&gt; song. They were talking about it just now at Ching Yi's house and now it's permanantly stuck in my head. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... zzzzzzzz.&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/36540528-5529776211515914584?l=stoplookrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5529776211515914584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36540528&amp;postID=5529776211515914584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5529776211515914584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36540528/posts/default/5529776211515914584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoplookrun.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Mellissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037352948543060682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/mellythestrange/cutemelly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
