<?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-5990744928141817963</id><updated>2011-08-19T00:51:22.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cure for insomniacs.</title><subtitle type='html'>Snowflakes are falling on my head</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4185793367722857502</id><published>2011-08-19T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:51:22.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR ANGRY SPAM CAUSE NO ONE READS</title><content type='html'>ITS BEEN SO DAMN LONG SINCE I'VE BLOGGED AND I DON'T PLAN ON CONTINUING THIS BUT I'VE BEEN SO FUCKING ANGRY AND I'VE GOT NOWHERE TO VENT AND THIS SAD PATHETIC BLOG CAME TO MIND SO HERE I AM ANGRY BLOGGING WHERE HOPEFULLY NO ONE I KNOW READS. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO EVERYBODY?! OR MAYBE IT WAS ME BUT I DONT EVEN KNOW! SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK. SOMETHING IS GOING ON WITH ME BUT I DONT KNOW THE PROBLEM (MAYBE ITS LIKE PMS BUT I DONT THINK SO). AND I FEEL SO FUCKING STIFLED CAUSE I CANT EVEN SPEAK MY MIND ON TWITTER OR FACEBOOK WHICH I DONT EVEN USE OR EVEN WHEN IM SPEAKING NORMALLY. I CONSTANTLY HAVE TO CENSOR MYSELF AND NOT SAY WHAT IM THINKING. FUCKING TORTURING LAH! ALL THIS FUCKING PENT UP ANGER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THOSE PPL WHO I THOUGHT WERE CLOSE TO ME AND ACCEPT ME FOR ME &amp;amp; ALL THAT SHIT?! EVERYONE IS SUDDENLY BECOMING SO DISTANT THAT I BECOME SO CAUTIOUS WHEN TALKING TO THEM CAUSE IM AFRAID I DID SOMETHING WRONG. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I DIDNT DO SHIT LAH SO WHY THE FUCK YOU ALL ACTING SO DIFFERENTLY?! MAKING ME HAVE TO BE CAREFUL EVEN WHEN TALKING TO YOU ALL. FUCK. MAKING ME EVEN MORE CONFUSED AND ANNOYED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I KNOW I COMPLAIN LIKE SOME DOG SHIT BUT WHATEVER. HOPEFULLY NO ONE READS THIS. PLS DONT. THANKS. ANOTHER THING. IN COLLEGE, ASFDKDSJLGAKJBKLJA;SJFDKJSD;AKFSJKDFLA;JSDFKLJAKDSFJXZKVCNZMNWIRJ. YA I BETTER NOT SAY. OK I SHOULD STOP SWEARING BUT IDK WHY IM STARTING ALL OVER AGAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK MY SAD MISERABLE FUCKING LIFE. IT ACTUALLY AINT THAT MISERABLE BUT I FEEL LIKE THE SADDEST FUCK RIGHT NOW SO IT SEEMS 123478972834 TIMES MORE MISERABLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK ANGRY SPAM OVER. I REALLY FEEL BETTER. WHOO. PROLLY DELETING THIS SOON. K BYE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS PPL PLS GET BACK TO NORMAL OR IM GONNA GO FUCKING INSANE AND MAD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4185793367722857502?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4185793367722857502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4185793367722857502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4185793367722857502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4185793367722857502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-angry-spam-cause-no-one-reads.html' title='FOR ANGRY SPAM CAUSE NO ONE READS'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7417272055973368664</id><published>2010-01-17T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:27:24.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY I HATE YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6nBgweR1Po&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6nBgweR1Po&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHERF!^&amp;amp;*#(@*&amp;amp;*$(#*)$()*(&amp;amp;#$*^&amp;amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMA GO SHOOT MYSELF IN THE HEAD RIGHT NOW. THANKYOUVERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, UNTIL I REALLY DO SHOOT MYSELF (WHICH PROBABLY WONT HAPPEN LAH CAUSE IM ALL TALK. PLUS, I DONT HAVE A GUN) (MAYBE I WILL GO PARANG MYSELF. HMM) (OK THE BRACKETS ARE TOTALLY SPOILING THE WHOLE ANGRY RANT &amp;amp; CURSE THING SO I SHALL STOP), THIS WILL HAPPEN EVERY SINGLE TIME I FCKING MISS A CONCERT IN SG. I'LL START SWEARING LIKE NEVER BEFORE. KARENNN OOOOOOOO. GEYLANG. THEY WENT TO BLOODY GEYLANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP NEXT, PATRICK WATSON. DAY AFTER TOMORROW. PREPARE FOR A SWEARING RAMPAGE. WAIT TILL I ACTUALLY MISS MUSE. I'LL BE SWEARING 78954812 TIMES A MINUTE. GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NOS. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7417272055973368664?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7417272055973368664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7417272055973368664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7417272055973368664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7417272055973368664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2010/01/cny-i-hate-you.html' title='CNY I HATE YOU.'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3888888859889831307</id><published>2010-01-02T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:54:40.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to a decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone, and do not be troubled about the future, for it has yet to come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; - IDA Scott Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the last of 2009. Happy 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, new year resolutions never work. So i shall resolute to not have resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's hope for more concerts, more time spent with families and friends, more laughter, money, and less homework please. More A's though. ;D oh and also that 2012 don't come 2 years early eh..or rather don't come at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like Mariah Carey said, i can make it through the rain! Just..maybe not snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to a hopefully beautiful year. And remember;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If something is too hard, give it up. The moral my boy is to never try anything. &lt;/span&gt;-The Great &amp;amp; Almighty, Homer Simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3888888859889831307?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3888888859889831307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3888888859889831307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3888888859889831307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3888888859889831307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2010/01/cheers-to-decade.html' title='Cheers to a decade'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6786608441197499784</id><published>2009-09-23T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:25:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot..</title><content type='html'>Ahaha. I accidentally clicked my blog link and i decided to update. XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, i forgot my Nuffnang account password. Damn it. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh my last post was about Miley Cyrus. Nothing new. Still crazy about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an old cd in my dad's car. It was written 3rd March 2005 (somewhere around that time) (i was 12 years old) so i put it in the player and listened.  Here are the songs that polluted my ears.. (i can actually remember) (note that i was only 12 Years Old) (remember 12) (Primary 6) (i haven't even sat for UPSR yet) (still very young) (yeah) (okay i shall stop) (12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lonely by Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't Phunk With My heart by Black Eyed Peas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;err some weird advertisement song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(are you ready for this..) Lao Shu Ai Da Mi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lao Shu Ai Da Mi 'Rock' Version (no kidding)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lao Shu Ai Da Mi 'Acoustic' (just kill me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and my ultimate favourite; Lao Shu Ai Da Mi Techno Version (awesomeee)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ahh then there were a few Michael Buble songs and LOTS of Simple Plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God Save My Soul.&lt;br /&gt;Yah. So the moral of the story here is...ahh don't listen to songs with the word Lao Shu in it or Da Mi..as a matter of fact don't listen to any songs sung by a cartoon-looking girl. or by someone who sings about rats. or songs sung by a dude named Akon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs by a girl named Cyrus is good. Or Miley. Someone who is smileyy. And has a southern accent. And preferably has an alter ego whose rhymes with a state of any sort. For example Keanu Terengganu. ok that sucked..how bout...(argh im so tempted to say Berak Perak..or Barrack Perak XD) (Chuck Fuc..nvm) (Peyton Satan..LOL! -.-) (ok now im just rhyming names with random words) (oh wow i really suck) (i can never write poetry) (one dream dashed foreverrr)  ah forget it! Only name i can think of is Bucky Kentucky and Ronald Macdonald. You get my point right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually googled 'names that rhyme with Johor'. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout Edward Butterworth. Er, don't pronounce the 'h'. Say it like Butterwort. Edward Butterwort. Nice nice? ;)   no.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i'm cracking my head for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-4"&gt;Today while on my laptop I exited out of a security program. I was then faced with a pop up that read "are you sure you want to continue without protection?" I clicked yes. I feel naughty. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROLFMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm bored of myself. MLIA. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6786608441197499784?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6786608441197499784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6786608441197499784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6786608441197499784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6786608441197499784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot..'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3255339812779518514</id><published>2009-06-06T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:31:54.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POS</title><content type='html'>Finally. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, a very important day.&lt;br /&gt;June 6, also a very important day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated topic;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i watched Hannah Montana The Movie.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in utter shock and amazement at how incredibly awesome the movie was. And if you can't see the sarcasm in that, you are in serious need of some...thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think Hannah Montana is haunting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gossip Girl spoiler&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;My sister is addicted to One Tree Hill and Chuck said I love you to Blair! Oh and Private Practice is awesome. So is Anton Yelchin XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so loving holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3255339812779518514?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3255339812779518514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3255339812779518514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3255339812779518514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3255339812779518514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/06/pos.html' title='POS'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3870537470078021607</id><published>2009-04-08T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:52:00.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still banging my head</title><content type='html'>I still cant believe i missed THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmZsVDJ8OMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmZsVDJ8OMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH. I missed that! How the hell could i have missed that?!! GAH! I feel like banging my head on the wall over and over and over again and then after i'm done with that, go to another part of the wall and start banging my head on it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see Liam in that hideous trenchcoat-y thing....LIVE!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG BLOODYSTUPIDBABISHITBODOHASSIDIOTMORON. Ah, feck. Now i gotta wait who-knows-how-many-years for them to ever come again. SHIHESERUSHKFVNKNM! Bloody guy-de-maupassant! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stupid Accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SdzEb_VJsII/AAAAAAAAAxo/xsL9fWMClHM/s1600-h/liam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SdzEb_VJsII/AAAAAAAAAxo/xsL9fWMClHM/s320/liam1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322344844780744834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dogshit. Haha. Bloody Arsenal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He acknowledged it. I don't know why it bloody matters but it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a new light will lead us to the promise of tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;we hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Boleh.    &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i'm serious. no sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3870537470078021607?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3870537470078021607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3870537470078021607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3870537470078021607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3870537470078021607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-banging-my-head.html' title='still banging my head'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SdzEb_VJsII/AAAAAAAAAxo/xsL9fWMClHM/s72-c/liam1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7399513550559519393</id><published>2009-03-16T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:18:09.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta get over that monkey</title><content type='html'>Who ever said 'Pain is just an illusion' has obviously never closed a door on their fingers before, or had a batted ball hit them, or been hit by Shereena, or given birth. (trust me, it all hurts like hell) (wait, i've never given birth) (so i wouldn't really know) (although judging by the way in movies they usually curse a lot when they're in labor, i gather they hurt a lot) (but i've never given birth) (wtf am i talking about) (bother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingernail is showing signs of dropping soon. And i'm scared. I'm considering cellophane-taping it. Ahh, please don't drop off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is just an illusion, my ass. I tried telling myself that. Didn't work at all. I felt the pain, alright. Idiots trying to lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH. Oasis tickets aren't sold out yet. I want to go! But i don't have money. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, wasted my day away killing my brain cells. Watched so many movies. XD I feel happy. Sex Drive was funny. Wasn't as idiotic as i expected it to be. And How To Lose Friends And Alienate People was also okay. Spent half the night last night watching Gossip Girl. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October Road!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit. Everyone is addicted to Boys Over Flowers. Goodness, help me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a very bad feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7399513550559519393?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7399513550559519393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7399513550559519393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7399513550559519393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7399513550559519393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-gotta-get-over-that-monkey.html' title='You gotta get over that monkey'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8173015578521338342</id><published>2009-03-08T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:11:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la la lovee..</title><content type='html'>I have many long overdue posts but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Jason Mraz. He is freaking awesome dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I shall do this for future reminiscing sake. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I ponteng-ed school&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Larkin Bus Station and got conned by this idiotic Malaysia Cinaman. Idiot. Made us sit some lousy ass bus that left late and was so freaking hot. Started swearing my ass off. (i swore a lot during the course of the two days) Okay fine nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally left and i was trying to get some sleep but this two Indians were talking super loudly. I was so irritated i kept saying "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stfu lah!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't hear me though. How could they. Talking so loudly you would've thought they were competing for the Loudest Tamil Speaker In A Bus. Ok whatever. I video-ed them. Heh. But i'm too lazy to upload it. Oh wait, i have pictures. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SbOOR7nYDSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/BChYnSrB1BM/s1600-h/Jason+Mraz+KL09+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SbOOR7nYDSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/BChYnSrB1BM/s320/Jason+Mraz+KL09+(4).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310744824311713058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Loudest Tamil Speaker In A Bus No.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SbOORk_3bnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nD1cKduMDM4/s1600-h/Jason+Mraz+KL09+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SbOORk_3bnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nD1cKduMDM4/s320/Jason+Mraz+KL09+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310744818240417394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loudest Tamil Speaker In A Bus No.2&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i don't have anything against Indians. It's just these 2 were irritating the hell out of me and i was angry so i took a picture. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we FINALLY reached Puduraya Bus Station at around 5pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm far too lazy to explain everything so i shall cut short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach Stadium Merdeka. We saw Samuel and Darren Ashley from Bus Company and were contemplating whether to go take a picture with them. Heh. But we didn't lah. So memalukan. And we saw Jane from Free To Fall. We were jakun-ing cause everyone there was speaking English. Not a single Chinese word could be heard. HAH. (I WANNA MOVE TO KL!) So then we finally went in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Concert Was Awesome. Jason Mraz Is Fantastic. I loved it when he sang The Remedy and Wonderwall by Oasis. And when he sang I'm Yours and Three Little Birds by Bob Marley. Ah, damn. I wanna go again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert would've been perfect if it weren't for this Stupid Indonesian Girl. Bloody hell. I kept cursing. Fecking Idiot. But forget her. I love Toca!! The concert ended around 9.50pm. Pretty early ah..but still it was worth every ringgit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were waiting for my bro when he smsed me saying '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hitz.fm fugitive is at the stadium. Go randomly ask people if they are the fugitive. Got rm4.5k man&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up and started looking for suspiciously looking people (cause my bro asked me to look around for anyone suspicious) -.- everyone looked pretty normal. LOL. We saw Rudy! And he was with a group of people then he said 'I am the fugitive!' and we were like real or not wor?? Then more and more people were looking for the fugitive and this indian guy came and ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Can i ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Why?! You haven't listen to my question yet.&lt;br /&gt;Me : I know your question already.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Whats my question?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Are you the hitz.fm fugitive?&lt;br /&gt;Him : So are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Are you? (asking my sis)&lt;br /&gt;Sis : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Then this old uncle came and he was like "NONO I also looking for him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were standing there and i heard this group of people pointing to a guy saying "i think he found him alredy lah." So we stood there staring at the guy then suddenly someone shouted "You have just won RM4,500!" and we were all like AWW MAN! We actually saw the fugitive but we didn't ask him cause he didn't look suspicious. I was kinda looking for Indians (whats with me and indians? lol.) cause it kinda seems like the fugitive would be Indian (i dont mean anything by that! just, radio people not usually indian one meh?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah damn. 4.5k gone like that. Bloody hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though. Eh fugitive! Come JB leh! I want money money money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home to my brother's house, we witnessed a car accident. OH MY GOODNESS. I honestly thought i was going to die. I have never seen an accident happen before. The car swerved and turned and if my brother didn't stop we would've collided with the car and i wouldn't be here blogging. That seriously left me in shock. But its all good. I think the guy in the car was alright cause i saw him moving and getting out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went home the next day. No annoying Indians speaking in Tamil- no scratch that. No annoying Indians shouting in Tamil. Uh-huh. All in all, it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except i could've been 4.5k richer. Damn it.  SO CLOSE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a video, not taken by me cause my camera sucks ass. Credits to suwensan.&lt;br /&gt;(my favorite part!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUDpLliC-aI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUDpLliC-aI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8173015578521338342?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8173015578521338342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8173015578521338342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8173015578521338342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8173015578521338342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-la-la-la-lovee.html' title='La la la la lovee..'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SbOOR7nYDSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/BChYnSrB1BM/s72-c/Jason+Mraz+KL09+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-918898190605039171</id><published>2009-02-19T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:33:16.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny thing...not</title><content type='html'>I dug through garbage today. The lady found my retainers- in the garbage -and my oh-so-Dear Friends were laughing their asses off. So were the entire McDonald staff. Thank You Lady! Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent so long in the damn bathroom and brushed my retainers and rinsed it with Listerine countless times and i still couldn't put it in my mouth. When i finally did, i almost vomited. Downed 2 glasses of water and drank everything i could. (bleagh, can't get the image of the dustbin out of my mind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're so sexyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and tell me i was stupid, that i could've made new ones and left that alone because those damn plastics will cost me 300 bucks. Since when was plastic so expensive? Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told Someone about Me putting up my Mom's puffed-up lips photo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day tomorrow. I shall remember to bring my huge umbrella. (kidding, kidding) the small one will do. Who will win? Now, That Is The Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say Mi, you say chael,&lt;br /&gt;Mi...Chael&lt;br /&gt;Mi...Chael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh ya oh ya, Puan Usha was so funny. She was like, X-A-V-I-E-R, Michael!! And we Yay-ed. Then, P-A-T-R-I-C-K, Michael!! And we Yay-ed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i shall be missing Coldplay...again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say Good, you say Night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good...Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good...Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-918898190605039171?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/918898190605039171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=918898190605039171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/918898190605039171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/918898190605039171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-thingnot.html' title='Funny thing...not'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-2800519887435902987</id><published>2009-02-12T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:00:02.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tWjja5HIWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tWjja5HIWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah. Watch. Its so...impossible to be just a coincidence loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, i'm listening to For You I Will. Bleargh. I hate feeling nostalgic. So mengada. (what's mengada in English?) (annoying?) And the stupid computer. I ain't doing my homework. XP And OMG! Seven Days Without You is so Nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's now 11.10pm. I started this post at 9.12pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, i just did my Accounts homework. I've never cursed so much when doing homework before. Stupid numbers. I kept writing down the wrong number and wasted so much correction tape. I dreamt of add maths a few nights ago. And Accounts. Bloody hell. UPOI, i know. (useless piece of information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like country music and oldies! XDD nanana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What do you get when you fall in love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Castro is out. T.T Stupid American Idol. He's one of Those guys that everyone wants to see but, they don't show him at all then all of a sudden he's out. Bleh. But bother. He's kind of almost famous already. So bother! Go Youtube! TheMichaelCastro. LOL. We can cheer for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, 4, 6, 8 who do we appreciate..yeahhh Michael Castro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael, don't perasan. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;St. Michael later get sued for plagiarism. Run Michael Run. -.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding, kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole blog is a whole big UPOI. Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go dream about Add Maths and Accounts now. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-2800519887435902987?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2800519887435902987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=2800519887435902987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2800519887435902987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2800519887435902987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/02/killer-karma.html' title='Killer Karma'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5384323431162652170</id><published>2009-02-11T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:12:24.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Mama</title><content type='html'>Ah, too much drama going on for me to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; blog. XD Can't resist the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grammy's was awesome! Radiohead! Coldplay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and as usual, Miley sucked. So did the Jonas Brothers. But i pity Taylor Swift. She should've like gathered her fans and get them to throw phones at Joe. I would gladly do it. Poor her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more drama. Er, apparently Chris Brown hit Rihanna with an umbrella ella ella eh eh &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cannot cannot&lt;/span&gt;. That's what she said. Ah, poor Rihanna. Eventhough i hate her, i hate Chris Brown even more. I'm such a hater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and i were talking bout how she was going to go for the concert in KL with a black eye and all. Such evil people do exist. XP She postponed her concert though. Poor girl, and just 5 days before Valentine's day; and before the people of Malaysia get to see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and and, Coldplay is going to Singapore! Aww yeah. But now i'm starting to not like Coldplay. With all the plagiarism nonsense. Why oh why must they steal songs?! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ngada fellas.&lt;/span&gt; I'll still go anyway. XD if i can afford the tickets lah. Hopefully i can. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else. Foob was just in Singapore. Bother them. Jason Mraz! He's coming. Muahahhaha. OH! Jason Mraz was SO FREAKING CUTE at the Grammy's!! He so should leave his beard like that. Leave it like that when you go to KL! I wanted to put a picture but my computer is so bloody laggy i can't move anywhere. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So go away. &lt;/span&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how bimbotic i sound. Whatever. Maybe deep down inside, way way deep down inside, i am born a dumbass. Maybe. Just maybe. (i know what Shereena's answer to this will be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Sunburst sucks. Stupid NERDS. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a very random person. My mum is a very weird person. Solves the mystery of where i got my personality from. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all i gotta say. I haven't touched my homework. XD stupid computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh, one more thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley and the Jonas Brothers sucks roosters that don't lay eggs. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5384323431162652170?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5384323431162652170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5384323431162652170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5384323431162652170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5384323431162652170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/02/drama-mama.html' title='Drama Mama'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6712086546248192160</id><published>2009-01-28T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:17:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne from a paper cup</title><content type='html'>There's nothing worse than Chinese New Year and a kitchen full of cookies and cakes and bakuas(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am growing fatter by the second. By the time we go to school, i'll be a cow; with spots and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, i kinda like Chinese New Year. Eating like there's no tomorrow, drinking champagne(though not from a paper cup), drinking jolly shandy, playing fireworks and most importantly, angpaos. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i'm joking. Most importantly, Family. Meeting all my relatives. Though, i don't know what to call most of them so i just smile and wave..and say Gong Hei Fatt Choi. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then i get the angpao. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a sore throat damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai, everyone. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now give me my angpao!!  juust kidding XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6712086546248192160?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6712086546248192160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6712086546248192160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6712086546248192160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6712086546248192160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/champagne-from-paper-cup.html' title='Champagne from a paper cup'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4191368311376110111</id><published>2009-01-15T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:11:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Pwnerer</title><content type='html'>I just visited Berklee College Of Music. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Los Angeles, Australia, Gaza, England and Paris. Oh and Forks. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Google Maps. -.- Nice thing to do when you're bored. Lol. I was trying to search for Berklee (i just killed a mosquito! Muahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mummy, Boston is in Massachusetts right. Where's Massachusetts ah?&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Er, dono leh. Eh, i know, it's in US.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh really ah? I didn't know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh mummy, i'm in Paris now, where's the Eiffel Tower ah?&lt;br /&gt;Mum : It's in Italy lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wow, you are a great help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think my mum said she was good in Geography. Eiffel Tower in Italy. LOL. I told my mum i wanted to go to Berklee one day. Or the University of Massachusetts or MIT (HAH).  I don't know why i like Massachusetts. Maybe its the word and the spelling. Anyway, all just a pipe dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Manchester!! And Birmingham. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i think St. Amanda can work. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've got me, Manda, Manda, Manda, Manda, and Nicole Amanda. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 4 form 4s, 2 form 3s and...yea. (any in f2s and f1s ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda Ong shall cheer(lead) (she has no one to lead though), Manda Chong shall march, the other Manda and Nicole Amanda can run, the Other Manda can go for the acara padangs, and i can sit on the grand stand and cheer!! Hehe. Shereena can join cause 'na' rhymes with 'da'. Pretty close. She shall run also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi can join. If she makes her Christian name Amanda. Hehe. Amanda Chi. Very nice leh. Anyone else named Amanda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bother. Fo Fame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Today when Fichael practice was over, Shereena and i started singing Fefyfhere Fe Fo. And Sara joined in. Lol. So much nicer loh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fay Fo-o Fay Fo-o Fay-ay Fay-ay Fo-o Fo-o FICHAELS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i just realised Feresa sounds like Freezer. HAHAHA. Fichaels sound the nicest. Favier. Fatrick. LOL FAT Trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Frapping. (sounds like fapping)(err)(hookay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fye. Fy Fum Fis Folding Fe. FoodFight (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4191368311376110111?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4191368311376110111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4191368311376110111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4191368311376110111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4191368311376110111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/teh-pwnerer.html' title='Teh Pwnerer'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3949687414743780343</id><published>2009-01-04T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:35:35.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title and Registration</title><content type='html'>SUNBURST 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO NOT GONNA MISS IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz!!!!!! I wanna go!!!! March 4. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money money money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We wanted to start a blog entry to keep track of the developments of Malaysia's Sunburst KL Music Festival in 2009. Festival organisers Pineapple Concerts have started a Facebook discussion on who fans would like to see at the festival next year and here's a compiled list as of this week (10 - 16 Nov):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jason Mraz &lt;br /&gt;2. Coldplay &lt;br /&gt;3. Paramore&lt;br /&gt;4. Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;5. Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;6. John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;7. The Script&lt;br /&gt;8. David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;9. Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;10. Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;11. Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;12. The Killers&lt;br /&gt;13. 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;14. Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;15. The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;16. The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;17. Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;18. Jamiroquai&lt;br /&gt;19. Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead, Please Please come. I beg you! And Oasis?? WHY NO OASIS?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta, &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gofugyourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, Death Cab?? I want Death Cab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, i need money. Or at least free tickets? XD &lt;br /&gt;Ah, damn. Stupid omega. GDL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3949687414743780343?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3949687414743780343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3949687414743780343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3949687414743780343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3949687414743780343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/titles-and-registration.html' title='Title and Registration'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3897914191400024866</id><published>2009-01-02T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:58:10.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-O-C-O-N-U-T</title><content type='html'>So, they are trying to say out of SO MANY millions of songs that debuted in 2008, they couldn't find a nicer song than Apologize? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness. I think Apologize is the only other song that annoys me more than Miley Cyrus and David Archuleta's songs. Sheesh. No, maybe Chris Brown tops Apologize. Ah, they're all at the top of my Very Annoying Songs List™. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame all you kiasu people. Ngada pigs. So kiasu for what?! Its all because of you super kiasu people that made not kiasu people(like me) (hehe)...kiasu. Sheesh. Relak lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too-ee-shen. Stooopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Manda and Manda (ooh, manda, we shall name the company that!!) have thought of a business plan for the future. Muahahaha. We're gonna be rich man. We're gonna open a spa. An Ice Cream Spa™, a Doughnut Spa™ and a Money Spa™. HEH HEH HEH. This is Copyrighted. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hem&lt;/span&gt;. We will get Walls Ice Cream and JCO donuts to sponsor. Hehehehehe. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yalahtu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH OH OH OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Ping. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Ping. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Ping. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Ping. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Ping. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm DAFT Vader ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Ping. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Ping. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Ping. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoookay. Foob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and i are practicing our In-case-of-robbery-or-rape-scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3897914191400024866?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3897914191400024866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3897914191400024866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3897914191400024866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3897914191400024866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/c-o-c-o-n-u-t.html' title='C-O-C-O-N-U-T'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5868752756786138611</id><published>2008-12-31T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:14:16.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Laughed, We Cried, We Passed Gas</title><content type='html'>Ah, i would like to say i ended 2008 with Bedtime Stories, champagne in my hand and a smile on my face. But, that's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, i ended 2008 with Australia and Hugh Jackman XD, getting tortured, being taken far far away by a blind bus driver, taking pictures of Joanne (cause its the last time i will see her...in the year 2008), getting chased and barked at by dogs and of course, Johor Laksa and Orange Juice. Oh, somewhere along the way, there were Donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now fireworks are destroying my eardrums, messages are flowing in, and everyone is hoping for a better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 sucked anyways. XD Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to a year filled with more laughter, less crying and more...gas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New Year Resolution? Stop being a lazy ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5868752756786138611?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5868752756786138611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5868752756786138611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5868752756786138611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5868752756786138611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-laughed-we-cried-we-passed-gas.html' title='We Laughed, We Cried, We Passed Gas'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4053931392107292776</id><published>2008-12-28T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:13:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c277/amandatsy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mechristmas.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c277/amandatsy/mechristmas.gif" alt="christmas candle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Er, 362 days till Christmas. TEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i had the most..Malaysian-ish Christmas ever. But it was fun. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i had a Malaysian-ish Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate at Yew's Cafe on Christmas Eve. A total rip-off. Food was expensive, wasn't that nice and very small portion. Was still hungry so went for Dim Sum after church. On Christmas day, ate Mee Soto and Nasi Lemak for lunch. For dinner, ate Lontong, Nasi Lemak, Mee Siam, Rendang and Chicken. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun this Christmas. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And i got my slippers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha, i just killed a Mosquito in the dark. I. AM. AWESOME. Teehee. Right, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, i'm so fecking nervous. And it's not even the day before yet. I can feel my insides twisting and turning. Shit shit shit. I don't think i'll be able to sleep tomorrow night. I shall play Bully! Teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an emotional wreck. I watched 4 movies on Friday and 2 movies on Saturday and i cried for every single one of the movies. AHAHA. And get this, i cried for Transformers, Eagle Eye (shia labeouf!!), all you've got (a volleyball movie that's kind of like those cheerleading movies), American Pastime (when they won the baseball match...-.- wtf). Then got ESotSS and Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, them hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why everytime i say 'and them' people will ask me Tham or them. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days 2 more days. In 9 minutes, its 1 more day. I so feel like killing myself. Shit crap feck. AHHH. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody is making me more nervous with the stupid Tuitions. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GDL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis oasis come, come. FOB FOB i need money, money. Ting Ting Ting Ting(s) also need money, money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW, i'm reading Midnight Sun. Hehe.(abit ketinggalan, i know) I haven't read Breaking Dawn yet. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sand is overrated. It's just tiny little rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4053931392107292776?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4053931392107292776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4053931392107292776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4053931392107292776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4053931392107292776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/er-362-days-till-christmas.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-700939538584802328</id><published>2008-12-25T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:20:28.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Christmas everybody. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Feliz Navidad, &lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad,&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad Prospero Ano I can't speak Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad,&lt;br /&gt;Oh please touch my butt,&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad Prospero Anoe Felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;and a Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLOL. Ah, Davedays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Christmas. God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps PMR results in 5 days. TEEHEE. I'm freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-700939538584802328?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/700939538584802328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=700939538584802328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/700939538584802328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/700939538584802328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8699613790312455938</id><published>2008-12-21T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:20:36.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guten Tag (Good Day)</title><content type='html'>Hallo. Wie geht's. (hello. how's it going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I'm learning German. But that's pretty much all i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had the most chaotic day yesterday. But i honestly am far too lazy to blog about it. So i shan't. XD And sorry Rachel Chong and Eunice. I didn't go but I was there with you in spirit. Did ya feel my presence? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today. I was suppose to go for the Christmas thingy but...yea. I didn't. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i spent my whole day cleaning my room and blasting the PSP super loudly and doing other weird stuff. Thank goodness no one saw me. I was jumping on the bed and playing air guitar, air drums, air piano and anything air playable. Ahem. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Accidentally in Love 6 fecking times today. I still like it though. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come on, come on, cause everybody's after loveee....eeerrr evveee eerrr eveee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, so i cleaned my room and was practically starving to death. I ate ONE BANANA all afternoon. Hmm, i found lotsa things cleaning my room. I found my ko-ko paper! HAHA. And i don't know why i have Nicole's Form 2 Karangan Book. And i found the eraser i got from the Library Science thingy. And and..my sister found the book SHE wrote stupid news in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a stupid story also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun dun dun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future J.K.Rowling is here. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SU5KqbzUyCI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bhDVw5i6IJ8/s1600-h/News+005-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SU5KqbzUyCI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bhDVw5i6IJ8/s320/News+005-crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282241505830160418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(sorry for the green markings. I have no idea why i did that.) (oh yes i do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're too lazy to click it to read, i shall type it out because i am a very kind. Hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;   Last week while I was walking back home something strange happened. I saw a shadow behind me but when i look back no one was there. I was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;affraid&lt;/span&gt; so i ran back quickly. But, i oso saw d shadow behind me while i was running! Then i stop and turn behind again but then no one was there so i kept running. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Then after I was tired of running, i can't find my way back already&lt;/span&gt;(WTF?). Where I was standing was beside a graveyard. Then i panicked &amp; ran away quickly. But while I was running I saw a coffin coming out from its tomb. It was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my grandmother punya mother&lt;/span&gt;(great grand-mother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe it's not exactly JK Rowling standard. Maybe Stephenie Meyer? Er, Enid Blyton? Okok, Mr Midnight? No? What bout Peter and Jane books? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Here is Peter. Here is Jane. Here is Peter and Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, the person 'marking' is my sister. I still have other 'news'. Post them up next time. Apparently, something happened to Dtk Sri Dr Mahathir Mohamad, Singapore and Malaysia is fighting, a few astronauts died, someone found a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dinasaur&lt;/span&gt; egg, and Mr Muthusamy jumped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome stuff. (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Think i was Standard 3 when i wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why is it ok to play golf and not softball? I'll bet if i said i wanna play golf at 7.30 in the morning, he'll be SO happy. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Stupid mosquitoes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gute Nacht (Good night)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8699613790312455938?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8699613790312455938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8699613790312455938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8699613790312455938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8699613790312455938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/guten-tag-good-day.html' title='Guten Tag (Good Day)'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SU5KqbzUyCI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bhDVw5i6IJ8/s72-c/News+005-crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-1817959539407536756</id><published>2008-12-20T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:40:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A spotted mind</title><content type='html'>Omg, the Uncyclopedia articles about Malaysia is really damn offensive..and funny. Actually it was funny for a while then got less and less funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm suprised they didn't get sued and thrown in jail&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just killed a mosquito in the dark. I am awesome. No i'm kidding. But i really did kill a mosquito in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise i always go on and on about mosquitoes. Sorry bout that. But i really do get bitten by mosquitoes a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-1817959539407536756?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1817959539407536756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=1817959539407536756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1817959539407536756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1817959539407536756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/spotted-mind.html' title='A spotted mind'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8083442577092157149</id><published>2008-12-18T22:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:52:55.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mungkin, mungkin</title><content type='html'>I've got too many things to say that i actually forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, take-a-shit-ah. ias. I shall start a StalkingJoanne Club. Teehee. XD. Hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SUpnVhvI2lI/AAAAAAAAAuo/h_GsjDGm6-o/s1600-h/26949PCN_paris04-thumb-420x652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SUpnVhvI2lI/AAAAAAAAAuo/h_GsjDGm6-o/s320/26949PCN_paris04-thumb-420x652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281147132576324178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: Listen, New BFF, if I have to hang out with you because I won you on my TV show, or whatever, then you need to remember to follow the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: You can call me Brittany, you know. It's okay. We're BFFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: Rule number one is, you ALWAYS let me walk in front, so that the paparazzi can see more of me than they can see of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: Oops. I just thought, you know, I'm escorting you inside! Like a bodyguard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: Did you say "escort"? I am NOT a call girl. I have sex for FREE. HOW DARE YOU IMPLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: You misunderstood me, Paris... I swear. Okay, got it. What's the next rule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: You are not allowed to wear more layers or accessories than I am, or else everyone will be looking at YOU and not ME. I am the star here, BFF lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: Roger that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: "Roger"? Why is everything about sex with you? Is that all you think that I do? Because I'll have you know, I went to Kitson today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: I didn't mean... look, this isn't going too well. What else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: Next time I wear a dress that kind of looks like the Kleenexes lying around my bathroom that I used to take off my makeup, you can stop me. Like, it's nice and stuff I guess, but sometimes it looks like a bad accident. This dress was a TEST and you FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: Got it. Shit. I just thought it was artsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: HA! Joke's on you! I don't even know what art LOOKS like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: OK. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: You can stop wearing headbands with feathers in them. Or is that a pen? Anyway, it's stupid. You look like Robin Hood's Scottish niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: Heh. Good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: Aww, BFF, are you kissing my ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: Yes. Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: Well done! Now THAT'S what I hired you to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ial. GoFugYourself. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i have a very Very dull life. There's really nothing much going on. That's why i(having no life and all) have nothing better to do than to read about Paris Hilton's life and the bloody stupid conversation she might actually have with her new BFF. IAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...it also explains my obsession with Joanne. Ahem. No, i'm joking. She might never wanna go out with me again. 8X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, life's a..funny thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was married to Madonna. LOLWTF. So maybe i can have the 325million. No, i'm joking. I wouldn't wanna marry Madonna (OMG, i can't spell anything!) Maybe i can marry, Brad Pitt. Then we shall be Bramanda. Or just Branda. And we'll adopt Malaysians! NO no, i shall marry my one and only and forever will be, Zac Efron. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i have no life. Therefore resulting in dreams of marrying Madonna. I wish Guy would just give me the 325 million he got. I would just grab the money and run for the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And with that, i say Goon-night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8083442577092157149?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8083442577092157149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8083442577092157149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8083442577092157149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8083442577092157149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/mungkin-mungkin.html' title='Mungkin, mungkin'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SUpnVhvI2lI/AAAAAAAAAuo/h_GsjDGm6-o/s72-c/26949PCN_paris04-thumb-420x652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-2388741831115723356</id><published>2008-12-15T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:45:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony</title><content type='html'>Oh, did you see Jim Carrey say 'Oklah'? Haha. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last time when i was in Standard 3, i went to Cathetism and this chinese educated girl joined our class. She could only understand a tiny bit of English and i have NO IDEA why, it was my job to translate what teacher was saying to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF right? My Mandarin sucked like ass. I still remember that girl's name. Jennifer. Hmm. Anyway, it was apparently MY job to explain to her, so i did. Well, kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime after teacher talked, she would ask me (ok, please excuse my very horrible suckish as hell han yu pin yin) "HAH? Lao shi jiang 'what'(how the heck do you spell what?)' and i would start stuttering like the idiot i am trying to explain what teacher said. And she would be like "Ohhhh" and i would ask her "Har? Ni zhen de ming pai ah?" and she would say "Err, ya ya." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure, no, I AM sure she didn't understand a single damn thing i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we were of course going to get our First Holy Communion (FHC. Hah. not FHM) so teacher said we had to listen to everything she said cause it's important bla bla bla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this one time, i did and say stuff so stupid i still have the 'smacks forehead' reaction everytime i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like that...(i don't remember everything exactly as it was seeing as it was 6 years ago, so i'm just parrot-lining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Teacher : Jesus is our saviour. He suffered and died to save us and then he rose from the dead and went to heaven. He really loves us so we must also love him. You all should always talk to him. Treat him like your best friend. You can tell him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone : O.o (ok not really. but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: HAH? Lao shi jiang 'what'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *in my mind : OHMYGOODNESS. How to explain?!* (so i start stuttering) (get ready for the horrible-est pin yin spelling) Err, ta jiang Jesus shi wo men de errr, errr, ta bang wo men shi to jiu wo men lah. Then hor err, ta shi liao then ta *makes idiotic hand motions of some sort trying to say rose from the dead* then ta qu err, heaven lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER : HAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Err, ta shi liao hor then ta qi lai then qu..*starts pointing up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER : OHHH. *looks at me weirdly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Err, then ta hen ai wo men so err, wo men ye shi yao ai ta and err, yi zhi gen ta jiang hua. Then yao err, dang ta as wo men de hao peng you. and ke yi gen ta jiang anything lah. *ah forget it* ah yala. zhe yang lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER : Huh, ke yi jiang 'what'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : OMG. Err, jiang...jiang...*hmm, maybe she understands Malay* jiang apa-apa lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER : HAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *okay, maybe not* Errrrrrr, ni yao jiang 'what' then jiang loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER : OHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ni ming pai ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER : Err, yi dian lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i said he 'qi lai'. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay stupid conversation. She turned out to be a lala. Totally expected. And we don't talk anymore. Which is really great. So she can't remind me what a bloody fool i was. I really suck in Mandarin. WTF? He qi lai? Wake up? OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH, Thomas Sangster so cute in Love Actually!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool, Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-2388741831115723356?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2388741831115723356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=2388741831115723356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2388741831115723356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2388741831115723356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/irony.html' title='The Irony'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7475356916414354517</id><published>2008-12-12T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:12:37.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aye aye</title><content type='html'>Legoland in Malaysia!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they're gonna build Legoland in Malaysia. And maybe Universal Studios and Disney Land (got space meh?) Yeah, do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally support it. It's about time we have a theme park here. We're all bored out of our minds with The Bloody City Square™. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess it'll be pretty long before its done. By then i'll probably be...old. Darn. Hurry it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Germany!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Sean in Singapore tomorrow. Haha. Don't we all wish. I think its the movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 days till Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, bloody mosquitoes. Why do you all keep drinking my blood? I know, i know, you like my blood cause its sweet..cause i'm sweet. *cough* I hope you all get herpes and DIE. Stop sucking my blood, you bloody vampire wannabes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm dreaming of a &lt;s&gt;white&lt;/s&gt; wet Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7475356916414354517?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7475356916414354517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7475356916414354517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7475356916414354517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7475356916414354517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/aye-aye.html' title='Aye aye'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8204999142715631541</id><published>2008-12-10T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Oh</title><content type='html'>Oh wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about Adam Gregory VS James Marsden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, they all look alike. I think i like James Marsden. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Rathbone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Chon VS Aaron Yoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH WHO THE HECK CARES! &lt;br /&gt;STUPID ACTORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8204999142715631541?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8204999142715631541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8204999142715631541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8204999142715631541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8204999142715631541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-oh.html' title='Oh Oh'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3955059093941330598</id><published>2008-12-09T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:02:35.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing</title><content type='html'>I have something to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron VS Skandar Keynes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No competition whatsoever. Skandar Keynes, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;DOHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Gregory VS Chace Crawford. Now thats tough. &lt;br /&gt;IAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 days to Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, everyone very Semangat Christmas hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets Rock, until the clock strikes 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3955059093941330598?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3955059093941330598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3955059093941330598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3955059093941330598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3955059093941330598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-thing.html' title='One thing'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6241088604680751630</id><published>2008-12-09T20:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:46:50.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHA Tagged!</title><content type='html'>IAS. I wanna do this cause it gives me a chance to post a super sexy picture of myself. ETH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten random facts about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm actually Santa. ;]&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a womanizer. (wtf? sorry, i was listening to Womanizer. Choi style)&lt;br /&gt;3. I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like long words.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;7. Whats a partridge?&lt;br /&gt;8. Can we just move on to the sexy picture?&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm gonna blow your minds.&lt;br /&gt;10. I sound idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Upload 3 pictures of yourself that u find sexy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not necessarily revealing, even a picture of you smiling will do.&lt;br /&gt;3.Describe why you find those pictures sexy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 of your sexy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, i'm spoilt for choice. So many pictures so little err, time? Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CDX7M6NI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NeSZUM7LRko/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CDX7M6NI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NeSZUM7LRko/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277798807798343890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Err, Sorry, it's been..awhile. ETH. But Sexyy right? (and at least now you know what to get for Christmas)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a couple of poses for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CEJiUOMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/avGgsaWEwGU/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CEJiUOMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/avGgsaWEwGU/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277798821115738306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aww, I'm so Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CUweHTUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/x_rSjo7L76A/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CUweHTUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/x_rSjo7L76A/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277799106445004098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Asians. Must show Peace sign. And for some reason fill air into mouth and pout a little. But Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CXae5G5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/b36xLX6kYH4/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CXae5G5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/b36xLX6kYH4/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277799152082295698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If look up into camera, will look thinner. Must make eyes look Bigger. Ala, so Cute lah.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, screw the rules. I'm gonna put up more than 3. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CXrJ-XyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zmqUiB3qN6U/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CXrJ-XyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zmqUiB3qN6U/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277799156557963042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Now have to Pout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CnhaMXrI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7pT2MzORfjQ/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CnhaMXrI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7pT2MzORfjQ/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277799428819541682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More. Pout more. Sexyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CnLRKSwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sCj6h24jqb0/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CnLRKSwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sCj6h24jqb0/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277799422876076802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a kiss to fellow fans. IAL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, must act shy a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CnVm4QYI/AAAAAAAAAho/o_U1vehJIgc/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CnVm4QYI/AAAAAAAAAho/o_U1vehJIgc/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277799425651523970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6BoLTqASI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PRs6yZk8x1w/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6BoLTqASI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PRs6yZk8x1w/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277798340554785058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ala, i'm a very shy person. X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CD5SPanI/AAAAAAAAAgo/N9YqVJqzmkU/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CD5SPanI/AAAAAAAAAgo/N9YqVJqzmkU/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277798816753347186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, come on. Don't take my picture.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wild and FIERCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6BoCefT8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/U4AdjeQ6oHs/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6BoCefT8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/U4AdjeQ6oHs/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277798338184302530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not quite there yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6Jmd0-w4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/Zmf5R1tJBqc/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6Jmd0-w4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/Zmf5R1tJBqc/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277807107259679618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil bit Fiercer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6JmQ0_eHI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/DicqHTRvzTc/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6JmQ0_eHI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/DicqHTRvzTc/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277807103770065010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there. So Fierce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CDsGk1rI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HMgq2kwwb4w/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CDsGk1rI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HMgq2kwwb4w/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277798813214758578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..? That's my cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6IK8hmpVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ROjuZlw9g9E/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6IK8hmpVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ROjuZlw9g9E/s320/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277805534951941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic TEEHEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CVVza7gI/AAAAAAAAAhA/A3HI3JFZr70/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CVVza7gI/AAAAAAAAAhA/A3HI3JFZr70/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277799116466482690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must lick lips. Try to seduce. (so totally working right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CDknd7TI/AAAAAAAAAgg/sfjNWH1IwdY/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CDknd7TI/AAAAAAAAAgg/sfjNWH1IwdY/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277798811205233970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick out Chest. Must make boobs look bigger.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes lah. For some reasons, i look different in every picture. IAS. It's a camera trick. It's actually all me. Really! Seriously! Don't look at me like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawntanilla Fawntanilla..Fujiyoshi Fujiyoshi..Higa Higa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic TeeHee! Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY photogenic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PG-err-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: This picture may be too sexy for you. Viewer's discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6Cnz41SkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/4naruL8vV4I/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6Cnz41SkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/4naruL8vV4I/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277799433779890754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;OH SHIT.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6241088604680751630?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6241088604680751630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6241088604680751630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6241088604680751630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6241088604680751630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/aha-tagged.html' title='AHA Tagged!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/ST6CDX7M6NI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NeSZUM7LRko/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3648619332209473846</id><published>2008-12-08T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:56:51.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ahh, David sang so nice!! I feel so Christmas-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, our Christmas tree is up!! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STv4fVLt-oI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fRXSj4Bxf5M/s1600-h/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STv4fVLt-oI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fRXSj4Bxf5M/s320/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277084605540596354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, i don't remember having a fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like playing Gunbound. I always play it during Christmas. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a stupid drunk mosquito flying around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the spirit of Christmas, i shall make my blog look Christmasy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, i shall savour Christmas and hold on to every single minute of it before i face The Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, Christmas time is near,&lt;br /&gt;Time for joy and time for cheer,&lt;br /&gt;We've been good but we can't last,&lt;br /&gt;Hurry Christmas hurry Fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We can hardly stand the wait, please Christmas don't be late. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3648619332209473846?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3648619332209473846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3648619332209473846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3648619332209473846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3648619332209473846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STv4fVLt-oI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fRXSj4Bxf5M/s72-c/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4970177343857724478</id><published>2008-12-05T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:35:55.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-A-S</title><content type='html'>Omgomgomgomg. Today, Ryan went on and he like totally said the same thing as me! We're so totally soulmates!!(kidding, kidding) Ahem. Right. I spent wayyy too much time with D and S.(not that i mind) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Ryan seriously said the same thing. He said why do people say lol when they're not even laughing out loud. They should say IAS = I am smiling. HAHAHA. So from now on, i shall use IAS.(kinda sounds like i'm an 's'...like big 's'!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, right. That is OTH(off the hook, not one tree hill) HAHA. and EP is Epic Pwnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and Tarynn(im saying her name like i know her) thought FTW is fight the way and WTF is win the fight. So she was like, I FTW and i WTF!! And BTW is but the whatever. &lt;s&gt;LOL&lt;/s&gt; IAS. No, i should say IAL = I Am Laughing. FTW can be Free The Whales, For The Win, Fight The Way or F*ck The World! Your choice. ETH.(epic teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH, enough of acronyms! (EOA)(ETH)(IAS)(SB = stupid brackets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse way too much nowadays. Damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT, i thought of an acronym Malaysians can use. GDL(go die lah) IAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDLYBB go die lah you bloody banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, enough of that. MAMMA MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i sat in front of my TV for 7 hours straight. I just bought 6 dvds yesterday and i'm running out of em again. Damn it. Tambahan pula, aku sudah bankrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NICOLE! OTH(one tree hill, not off the hook) dvds are out!! 3 dvds! but i didn't buy them. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in 20 days...TEEHEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You better watch out,&lt;br /&gt;You better not cry,&lt;br /&gt;You better not pout,&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why...&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA TAN is coming to town...(whoops..i mean..)&lt;br /&gt;SANTA CLAUS is coming to town....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees you when you're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;He knows when you're awake&lt;br /&gt;He knows if you've been bad or good&lt;br /&gt;So be good for goodness sake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sounds like a stalker. Like Edward. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FTW and i WTF. It was an EP and IAL BTW. ETH. GDL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seriously, WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4970177343857724478?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4970177343857724478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4970177343857724478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4970177343857724478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4970177343857724478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-s.html' title='I-A-S'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5195186666147645776</id><published>2008-12-03T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:43:48.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er-man-duhh</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking of other ways to spell my name. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cool if your name can be a brand and actually sound suitable? Like everyone says 'I love my Jimmy Choos' and you know they are talking about their shoes and it doesn't sound weird. Also, like Anna Sui and Christian Dior and Fred Perry and Lacoste and Armani and Ralph Lauren and i could go on and on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you're referring to your shoes as Amanda Tan. Ahem. I love my Amanda Tans. ROFLMAO. Sounds so stupid. (if you say amanda tan in a weird slang, it kinda sounds like orang utans in a weird slang)(like angmohs always say it like arangatans)(fine, it doesn't really)(just the tans)(ah bother) Ah, my name can never be a brand. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BTW, who created the LOLs and ROFLMAOs and LMAOs and IDKs and ILYs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LOL-atic. I always say/type L-O-L. And most of the times im not really Laughing Out Loud.(although sometimes i really am) I bet everyone else doesn't also. So why do we say LOL when we're not LOL-ing? We should just say L. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L Change The World. Sorry, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! JACKSON RATHBONE was born in Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so what. *shows Joanne's bottle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, Jasper, come play with us and do your awesome bat flips. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5195186666147645776?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5195186666147645776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5195186666147645776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5195186666147645776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5195186666147645776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/er-man-duhh.html' title='er-man-duhh'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3273136703032929711</id><published>2008-12-03T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:37:22.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond..James Bond</title><content type='html'>Sorry i'm gonna break my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Twilight again. Teehee. And i realised how freaking AWESOME Rob Pattinson looked in the tuxedo. OMG. And once again i LOVED the baseball scene. Ala, so cool. This time nobody laughed at the pontianak because apparently pontianak IS vampire. But i don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok i'm done. Oh wait, I LOVE Jasper!! Jackson Rathbone. Aha. I love his expression. So cute. Oh and Justin Chon! Haha. The way he said "Bond..James Bond." Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i'm really done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very weird day today. Had many TMI (too-much-information) and White Chick moments. Yes, a lot of that. Huh.. Haha. And everyone instantly became a Twilight fan. Ahhh. I'm gonna buy the dvd. Hehehe. I wanna watch it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO whats new..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Choi talked to me! And said my name! Ahaha. I like how angmoh (fine he's not angmoh) err, how people with slang say my name. LOL. I remember I met Russell Lee, was it? The guy who wrote Mr Midnight. And he said my name in a Totally Awesome way. I was so happy. -.- And &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err&lt;/span&gt;, Jana and Rainer XD and Shaun XDD and Alex XDDD.(hahaha, they're all asians) I'm speaking alien. Only i understand. And i know im weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Say my name, say my name...when no one is around you say baby i love you.&lt;/span&gt; (err)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that (wah, feels like i'm writing an essay), my sister officially finished high school *cheers* Lucky fool. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Amanda Chong got a lala haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For every minute you are angry , you will lose 60 seconds of happiness says:&lt;br /&gt;u noe ah 2day i go cut hair n de STUPID guy spoil my fringe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy is she angry. She wants to cut that guys hair botak. Haha. Everyone has had their lala-hair moments. Or at least i think so. Wait, i don't remember Nicole ever having one. Fine. Maybe its just us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else. OH Christmas is in...22 more days. TEEHEE. CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Airwaves, bye bye. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, my house seems to be invaded by a..clan of cicaks. Idiots. I hope they all get pneumonia and bird flu and get sucked by vampires then die a miserable death. Nah, i'm joking. They can just die. Happily, emo-ly, miserably, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know i can make a movie about this. You know all those ridiculously stupid movies about giant creepy crawlies that only a 5 year-old would be scared of? Yea, i really really hate those movies. Morons. Anyway, i can do a movie! Cicaks. About Giant Cicaks. Bleagh. They'll be cold(like vampires). Haha. Or When Cicaks Attack. Pssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when Giant Cockroaches start attacking my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Bloody Cicaks. Go and Die lah. GET BREAST CANCER AND DIE, YOU STUPID THING. DIEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3273136703032929711?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3273136703032929711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3273136703032929711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3273136703032929711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3273136703032929711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/bondjames-bond.html' title='Bond..James Bond'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6646066412067605604</id><published>2008-12-01T22:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:50:15.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, parents.</title><content type='html'>My dad is an Ah Beng. O-M-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought my dad was the one with good music sense but boy was i wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day  i was watching tv and i heard this 'dum dum dum' sound. And i thought, it must be some ah beng listening to techno music TOO loudly thinking its cool. Then the sound got louder and i realised my dad just came back..and the sound was coming from his 'uber-cool' sports car wtf. Ugh. I'm like..*smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves all the Crazy Frog songs and the stupid Ma-ee-ya-hee, ma-ee-ya-hoo song (which has been made cool by Kevin Wu. Heh)(but that weird version is still weird)(only Kev's version is cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i asked my mum and she pretty much knew all the songs i kind of liked. She liked Bee Gees and Beatles(kind of) and all that kind of songs. But she also listens to VERY VERY weird music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now in the car,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis : Accounts very hard..alot of people cried cause they can't do..blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Why they so emo wan?&lt;br /&gt;Me : WAAAAAHHHHHHHHH....&lt;br /&gt;Sis : WAAAAAHHHHHHHH....&lt;br /&gt;Mom : WAAAAAAHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis : You know how to use the word emo ahh...&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Yala. I learn from your sister one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now apparently i have a kind of ah beng father and a weird/odd/hip/cool mother. Wow. And both my parents are perasan. LOL. No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STP3sPHuzdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/r8EKRpd4Egw/s1600-h/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STP3sPHuzdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/r8EKRpd4Egw/s320/cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274831927926246866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click it. It says 'is there a cure for a womanizer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. THERE ARE NO CURES FOR WOMANIZERS. LOL. Or at least i think there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STQFJ3lrMLI/AAAAAAAAAd4/c3g0RBMj95Q/s1600-h/anigiflina.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STQFJ3lrMLI/AAAAAAAAAd4/c3g0RBMj95Q/s320/anigiflina.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274846730656624818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Ah, so rajin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STQFJR-o--I/AAAAAAAAAdw/3NYO1x1jrnI/s1600-h/DSC03549..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STQFJR-o--I/AAAAAAAAAdw/3NYO1x1jrnI/s320/DSC03549..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274846720560790498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Looks so surgeon-like with the light and all &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways, Lina/Angeline/Angelina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better drive me around! Nah, i'm joking. TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6646066412067605604?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6646066412067605604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6646066412067605604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6646066412067605604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6646066412067605604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah-parents.html' title='Ah, parents.'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STP3sPHuzdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/r8EKRpd4Egw/s72-c/cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8901343062946233729</id><published>2008-11-30T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:52:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched by an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Angels and Airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna go? Anyone going? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like i have the money anyway. And all the bloody contests to win the tickets are only open to Singaporeans. So unfair. Won't be the first time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go to Tebrau City. There were so many cars. What the heck. Everyone rushing to watch Twilight. XP prolly not. Sigh. Can't buy books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless Crappy Useless post. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8901343062946233729?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8901343062946233729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8901343062946233729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8901343062946233729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8901343062946233729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/touched-by-angel.html' title='Touched by an angel'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3610529269903629373</id><published>2008-11-29T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:56:34.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Asses</title><content type='html'>Me : What's her name again? (referring to the tv showing Corner With Love)&lt;br /&gt;Sis : Big 'S'&lt;br /&gt;Me : She has a big ass?&lt;br /&gt;Sis : Haha. Da(big) S. Her name is Da S.&lt;br /&gt;Me : What a stupid name. &lt;br /&gt;Sis : Her sister is Small 'S' but she has a bigger ass than big 'S'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never get what many Asian stars are thinking when they name themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish Leong? Seriously? You really wanna be called Fish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Ocean. And Rain. And Rainie. Is there a Sun? What next? Rainbow? Moon? Star? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I shall name myself....Fish. Oh damn, its taken already. Fine what bout...Sea. Yea. I shall name myself Sea. Sea Tan. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What a sick, masochistic lion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3610529269903629373?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3610529269903629373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3610529269903629373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3610529269903629373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3610529269903629373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-asses.html' title='Big Asses'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-2402641447060467826</id><published>2008-11-28T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:48:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontianaks vs err...i'll think of it later</title><content type='html'>Okok, my LAST post about Twilight(so i say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED IT! TA-DAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, but honestly right, i'm pretty sure it ain't THAT nice. But i'm a fangirl so obviously i think its totally AWESOME. Everyone says its a chick flick. Guys lah. BOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a tip. If you are ever gonna watch a Thriller or Horror or anything remotely &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kanchiong&lt;/span&gt;(exciting), DO NOT sit beside Ms Tan Zhi Ying. Lol. Ok thats evil. But she was holding my hands and waving it up and down during the movie. Sigh. Nevermind. Being the kind soul that i was, i lent her my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda is gonna kill me, but Manda and Hui Yin really showed their soulmate-dity today. They actually sent to me the EXACT SAME MESSAGE at almost the same time. LOL. And i irritated Amanda.(i find it weird typing Amanda cause if im talking i wont call you Amanda. Thats why i keep typing Manda. Maybe you should change your name to Manda. TEEHEE) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its pretty hard to be mad with Malaysia because if i weren't living in Malaysia, there wouldn't be Malay subtitles in movies and i wouldn't have laughed so much in cinemas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. In the movies, we were like saying the words before they said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward : Say it, say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Bella : Vampire &lt;br /&gt;Us : Pontianak! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LOLOLOL. ROLF. LMAO. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone else laughed. Stupid cold cinema. But actually i don't blame them, we laughed at practically everything. Teehee. We're easily tickled. So sue us. And i was squealing a lot. I always squeal. I hate the word squeal. So many vowels together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually suppose to post this last night but my dad off-ed the modem halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we all go awwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-2402641447060467826?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2402641447060467826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=2402641447060467826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2402641447060467826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2402641447060467826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/pontianaks-vs-errill-think-of-it-later.html' title='Pontianaks vs err...i&apos;ll think of it later'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7867188248337501396</id><published>2008-11-28T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:57:57.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda Amanda Amanda</title><content type='html'>Hi Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound idiotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Manda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STAUqQcdn_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/hZr_UWbvD9A/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STAUqQcdn_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/hZr_UWbvD9A/s320/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273737879852261362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the hat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got 2 minutes more of your birthday. Nanana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7867188248337501396?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7867188248337501396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7867188248337501396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7867188248337501396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7867188248337501396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/amanda-amanda-amanda.html' title='Amanda Amanda Amanda'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/STAUqQcdn_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/hZr_UWbvD9A/s72-c/DSC00885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4652641838596516759</id><published>2008-11-26T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:33:52.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Christmas</title><content type='html'>Argh, why can't it snow in Malaysia? I want a white Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Christmas is coming. HEHE. I'm so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random note, did anyone hear about Michael Jackson or should i say Mikaeel converting into Muslim? I mean it's not like its a bad thing but he's already enough of a freak without having to suddenly make headlines about converting into Muslim. Ah, bother. He really is one hell of a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like really really bored but i am NOT wishing school starts faster, just wishing more events are happening so i won't have to stay cooped up in my house any longer. JB really is a very boring place. We don't have an ice skating rink or a theme park or a very very nice shopping place or a beach(unless you wanna go Lido beach) or even a decent CD shop. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently theres some JB Rock Fest or something at City Plaza, which is great except i don't know ANY of the bands performing. Not One. I want Hujan! Not rain, the water coming down from sky rain, and not rain, the korean guy that Amanda Chong loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i didn't say anything about the 'Cosplay' i went at Danga City Mall (Wait, speaking of Danga City Mall, there's a shop there i TOTALLY love. They sell lots and lots of posters. OMG. I want the Beatles one! But its 299bucks. Sigh) Maybe cosplay is suppose to be a very err, lala event but i didn't think it would be THAT lala-ish. All the guys there just looked like some Ah Beng trying to look punk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i saw 'Luffy'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSz3M7vwxWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XQJqyJfwBcs/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSz3M7vwxWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XQJqyJfwBcs/s320/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272861065312519522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't speak Mandarin. Haha. Then the host(the woman in green) tried to speak English and it was really funny. He kinda looks like Tham's brother. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ulquiorra also but his hair was short. Didn't get a picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSz3NZJX_uI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dKRmayk7eBw/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSz3NZJX_uI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dKRmayk7eBw/s320/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272861073204575970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all the contestants. It's pretty hard to see. But bother. I don't really know why i'm talking about this. Maybe it's cause i'm bored and have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heartttt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future band shall be called Antarctic Orang Utan.(geddit, geddit?)(Arctic Monkeys, Antarctic Orang Utans?) Okay sorry. I know it's very super lame. Everyone is hitting their foreheads and going OMG. I shall go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Until June...HAHA. GEDDIT??&lt;/span&gt; XP everyone wants to kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4652641838596516759?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4652641838596516759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4652641838596516759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4652641838596516759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4652641838596516759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-christmas.html' title='Green Christmas'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSz3M7vwxWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XQJqyJfwBcs/s72-c/DSC00932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-1492656598347009926</id><published>2008-11-25T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:55:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmbop ba da du ba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I really don't know what is it really but it sounds something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is number 1 at the box office for this week. Ooh, big shocker there. Quantum of Solace is 2nd. You know, till now, i still don't get that whole movie. Ugh. Definitely preferred Casino Royale. And 3rd is Bolt. Oh, joy. The dear beloved Miley Cyrus. Or at least her voice. Her god-awful, constipated, sounds-like-a-bug-is-stuffed-up-her-nose voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe the movie is nice. I'm just prejudiced against her. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, i saw an artist-on-artist of Hayley Williams and Robert Pattinson. Why is it he always seem to look drunk? But i love his accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And E! is forever showing stuff from Twilight. Why is it Malaysia doesn't put up posters and stuff? Don't they know its Twilight Mania all over the world right now? Aih, ruins the excitement. Ok not really. But still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty boring. I got the TV schedule all memorised in my head. Monday nights, err, fine, so not memorised. I've never been really good at memorising. Teehee. But yea. I watch practically everything on TV. Ask me about Reese Witherspoon's life and i can probably tell you quite alot. Ask me about The Kardashians or The Becks &amp; Posh or Kate Hudson, Tyra Banks, Britney Spears, i could go on and on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books, i need books! I need the library! Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;I need the Sun. &lt;br /&gt;I need a Bentley.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED ROCK BAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**I moved away from the keyboard to breathe in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;okay, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-1492656598347009926?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1492656598347009926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=1492656598347009926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1492656598347009926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1492656598347009926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmmbop-ba-da-du-ba.html' title='mmmbop ba da du ba'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-91333790800398850</id><published>2008-11-23T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:57:07.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Womanizer, woman- womanizer, you're a womanizer</title><content type='html'>I love that song. Only cause Davidchoi sang it. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do this tag cause its funny. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By, Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER MEME INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. DO THE "LETTER MEME".&lt;br /&gt;2. TAG NO LESS THAN 5 OTHER PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;3. THEN COPY THE "HOW-TO" LETTER MEME, AND FINISH YOUR JOURNAL ENTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who text messaged you):&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;br /&gt;___12___,&lt;br /&gt;(Your name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -1. WHAT'S THE COLOR OF YOUR SHIRT?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHICH IS YOUR BIRTH MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April-When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHICH FOOD DO YOU PREFER?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebabs - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT'S THE COLOR OF YOUR SOCKS?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot- Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT'S THE COLOR OF YOUR UNDERWEAR?&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Black- My best friend&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU PREFER TO WATCH ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. YOUR MOOD RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa Doesn't Exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT'S THE COLOR OF YOUR WALLS IN YOUR BEDROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR FIRST NAME?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your best friend&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. THE LAST LETTER IN YOUR LAST NAME?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU PREFER TO DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. TO WHICH COUNTRY WOULD YOU PREFER TO GO ON A VACATION?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Boo-hoo now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;u&gt;Shereena&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;u&gt;you're a pervert&lt;/u&gt;(hmm, you really are). I think I realized it &lt;u&gt;First of May&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;with George Bush and his wife&lt;/u&gt; and I saw you &lt;u&gt;sit on&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;the crazy monk&lt;/u&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;u&gt;open&lt;/u&gt; enough to understand &lt;u&gt;how boring you are&lt;/u&gt;. I'm returning &lt;u&gt;your ring&lt;/u&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;u&gt;your photo&lt;/u&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;u&gt;told in my confession today about&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;a new life as a clone&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Go and drown yourself&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so maybe its not that funny but whatever. I'm pretty sure Shereena isn't gonna read this so i won't see her have a Bitch Fit. Shereena! How dare you sit on a monk?! Ugh, i'm disgusted. XD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if she sees this, i'm gonna die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag...whoever that wants to be tagged? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha, Youtube Live tomorrow morning or later. Whatever. RYANRYANRYAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front i i know just just what you are are are.&lt;/span&gt; TEEHEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-91333790800398850?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/91333790800398850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=91333790800398850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/91333790800398850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/91333790800398850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/womanizer-woman-womanizer-youre.html' title='Womanizer, woman- womanizer, you&apos;re a womanizer'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-1855461151576620060</id><published>2008-11-22T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:13:58.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Korea!</title><content type='html'>Okok, anything i ever said about Koreans, i take that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Koreans! Maybe just the English speakings one. Bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many Koreans popping out of nowhere. Justin Chon, Aaron Yoo, Leonardo Nam, Shimmy/Danny(whatever)!! Maybe not out of nowhere, just popping out. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, i don't take back what i said. I only like KBAs? Korean-born-americans. Eh nono. KBABK. Korean-born-anywhere-but-Korea? Ok forget that. Any Koreans as long as they speak English. Ahh, Whatever! Maybe just 4 of them. For now. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and Filipinos also. And Thais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, Twilight is Everywhere! Ooh, i like Paramore - Decode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask something. Doesn't Edward liking Bella make him like a pedophile or something considering he is like, i don't know, 100+ years old and Bella is like, 17? Ugh. Just wondering. Its pretty creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl is getting interesting. The bloody stupid Duchess and Duke characters are gone. And i'm starting to like it again. Dan and Chuck should be gay. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OK, Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-1855461151576620060?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1855461151576620060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=1855461151576620060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1855461151576620060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1855461151576620060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-korea.html' title='Yay Korea!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5371780199807963403</id><published>2008-11-21T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:15:42.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube Live</title><content type='html'>Someone fly me there. Pleaseeee. San Fransisco. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Sean. Please go. Go Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sean, Sean Fujiyoshi. Sean, Sean Fujiyoshi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5371780199807963403?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5371780199807963403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5371780199807963403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5371780199807963403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5371780199807963403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/youtube-live.html' title='Youtube Live'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-758381396728387588</id><published>2008-11-19T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:05:36.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about to act emo a minute ago but im super hyped and happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure is it really true or not but according to Eventful, Ryan and Sean's Not So Excellent Adventure is going(?) Singapore and KL. Not sure is it them or the movie. If its them, i am so gonna scream. Eventhough i screamed already. But whatever. If its just the movie, i'll still scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cheered me up. And one more thing. My mum sent me an email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSQb3dBgp4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/wllXO8ON-qg/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSQb3dBgp4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/wllXO8ON-qg/s320/image0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368103428040578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSQb3tKVw5I/AAAAAAAAAco/YGELBIa6sy0/s1600-h/image0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSQb3tKVw5I/AAAAAAAAAco/YGELBIa6sy0/s320/image0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368107760042898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click if you can't see. Seriously, read it. Its damn funny. But if you don't want to then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post my supposedly emo post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-758381396728387588?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/758381396728387588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=758381396728387588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/758381396728387588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/758381396728387588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All You Need Is Love'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SSQb3dBgp4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/wllXO8ON-qg/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4504565098749823491</id><published>2008-11-15T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:52:25.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Masked Avenger</title><content type='html'>There's some weird stuff going on outside my house. Is there any event today? There are people playing kompang or something. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you must be trying to imagine how funny my mom looks that just looking at her makes me laugh so hard.(or probably not, but i shall just live in denial and imagine that people wanna know) I got a picture! MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dundundun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SR7qu0-DEdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/85L4MALfvFk/s1600-h/DSC00911edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SR7qu0-DEdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/85L4MALfvFk/s320/DSC00911edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268906704283832786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Did you laugh? Did you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe it doesn't look that funny in the photo. But trust me, if you do see her, i promise you will laugh your ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to take her seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i woke up and went downstairs. She sat in front of me with her back facing me and then she suddenly turned and said very seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night i killed a cicak you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were so big and with her lips like that i burst out laughing like a mad woman and then my grandma and my sister started laughing. I really can't look at her without laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out and i see everyone's reaction and really can't help but laugh. The security guard probably got a shock of his life. So anyway, to stop people from getting heart attack or probably -- fits of laughter, my mum wears a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SR7qvOLJMMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/yh9ae2vFbOc/s1600-h/DSC00916edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SR7qvOLJMMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/yh9ae2vFbOc/s320/DSC00916edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268906711049646274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now instead of looking like some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ah Soh&lt;/span&gt; trying to look like Angelina Jolie, she looks like some masked avenger/surgeon on the run. Yea, like thats gonna make me take her more seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says when its not so swollen anymore, she'll look prettier than Angelina Jolie, Zoe Tay and Amber Chia. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is so evil. Today we visited SOME people's blog and made fun of their English. She mostly did. She read everything out and accentuated their mistakes. I just laughed. She's so evil. We did feel bad though. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4504565098749823491?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4504565098749823491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4504565098749823491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4504565098749823491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4504565098749823491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/masked-avenger.html' title='The Masked Avenger'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SR7qu0-DEdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/85L4MALfvFk/s72-c/DSC00911edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-9154189235518099607</id><published>2008-11-15T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:18:36.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause i'm no Superman</title><content type='html'>Silence! I KILL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum did some weird tattoo-ing shit to her lips and its swollen like crazy. She came home wearing a mask and said she'd show us if we promised not to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh, she looked funny as hell man. She kinda looks like Puan Rohaya. LOL. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. Now everytime i look at her i can't stop laughing so i'm like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look at me! Don't let me see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't let me take a picture though. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, school is finally over..for now. Did pretty lame stuff in school today. It was fun though. Nobody took much pictures although Kim did video us playing 'Guess The Song?' or whatever we called it. OK whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can go to KL. I wanna see Paolo Delfino at The Pavillion. Its so totally unfair that Hujan won't play in JB for that Levis thingy. I WANT HUJAN! Oh, while i'm still complaining, i wanna say WHY oh WHY does the bloody PMR results have to be out two days after Christmas? Can't it bloody wait? Come on la, everybody will still be in the Christmas mood(or maybe just me) and i don't need my results ruining it for me. Ah, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do i gotta say.....hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! CHRIS GARVER IS GONNA GO TO SINGAPORE! I SO WANNA BE THERE! I don't care! I'll be there! He's gonna be at the Tattoo Convention or something at...err...not sure where. Go Google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for a typical teenage chick flick. I just watched Sisterhood of The Travelling Pants 2. It was alright lah. I forgot why i laughed. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I like Leonardo Nam. He looks like Aaron Yoo. I love Koreans. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hello, good morning, how you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-9154189235518099607?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/9154189235518099607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=9154189235518099607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/9154189235518099607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/9154189235518099607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/cause-im-no-superman.html' title='Cause i&apos;m no Superman'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3178763861426195828</id><published>2008-11-10T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:54:03.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna be a mushroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But i want to meet Joe Brooks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Sean. I want go Hawaii. Sigh. Nanana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the PM's daughter can do anything she wants. Hah! Sorry, i'm still living in dreamland. I dreamt something weird just now but i can't remember what it was about. I hate it when i wake up and can't remember what i was dreaming about. Stupid dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Rock Band! I know i suck at Monopoly and at most board games, but i'm pretty good on computer games. Teehee. Cause you need skills to play computer games. LOL. Hem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right!&lt;br /&gt;It's Zhi Ying's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Zhi Ying! And Happy Belated Birthday Sara Wong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored and i actually googled insults. And i found some pretty funny insults. Let me share my new found knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your obnoxious idiosyncrasies are irking me, so why don't you take your infamous gluteous maximus out of my face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically means, you're getting on my nerves so get your sorry arse out of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call people a Rectal Orifice aka Asshole. HAH! Imagine going round telling people "Ey, you bloody Rectal Orifice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funniest;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou yeasty toad-spotted bladder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! WTF?! I got no idea what that means. I think its for insulting someone's bladder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, i like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou puny tickle-brained canker-blossom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the buck. OK, bye you bloody rectal orifice-s. (kidding, kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nono, don't away you nincompoop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3178763861426195828?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3178763861426195828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3178763861426195828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3178763861426195828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3178763861426195828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-wanna-be-mushroom.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna be a mushroom'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-1782195378758725890</id><published>2008-11-09T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:53:45.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Is Real</title><content type='html'>Aye, shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody actually searched 'pervert cure' and found my blog. Wtf? You can't cure pervert-ness. I think. But if my blog really did cure you - whoever you are - please, tell me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what i was gonna say. Shite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, teacher asked us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's happening right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everybody said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obama(like i know him so well) won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that everybody knows what happens in USA and nobody know whats happening in Malaysia? I'm one of those people lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause Malaysian politics ain't interesting enough. All the same old stuff. Everyone framing each other and charging each other for stuff other people said they did(i have no idea what i'm talking about, but its making me sound like i do, so i shall just continue)(but if you want to know the real stuff, don't listen to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if the government(i never knew how to spell government till i was like 12)(I couldn't spell businessman either)(I'm stupid)(I know) wants more Malaysian citizens to be more aware of political issues in Malaysia, maybe they should spice things up and make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE A CHINESE PRIME MINISTER! MY DAD CAN RUN! HAH! &lt;br /&gt;Then i'll be....Malaysia's Angel!! Teehee. *gagpukevomit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i've been tagged. But i'm too lazy to do it. And anyway, everybody has already been tagged so whats the point right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Oldies right now. Oh, Joanne and i are having a Sarong prom. LOL. It's gonna be at a Mamak. And you have to wear Sarong. Stoopid. Nah, i'm just kidding. But you can wear a sarong and go mamak-err-ing (ok now mamak is starting to look funny) if you want. Ok whatever. I'm sounding like an idiot. LIKE I CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wanna live in a yellow submarine. Please. Please. Get me a yellow submarine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning and goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-1782195378758725890?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1782195378758725890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=1782195378758725890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1782195378758725890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1782195378758725890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-is-real.html' title='Nothing Is Real'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7851143094599219804</id><published>2008-11-06T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:37:58.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inilah Saatnya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stupid title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm a bit slow, but i LOVE Across The Universe! It is my favorite musical EVER! So much more better than HSM (not much of a compliment considering Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle is better than HSM for me) fine. Its so much more better than...err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Sturgess! I didn't know he can sing! OMG! I LOVE HIS VOICE! SO MUCH BETTER THAN PIERCE BROSNAN (again, not that great a compliment). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the soundtrack is Of Course, AWESOME. So Beatle-y (duh, its their songs)(i like brackets)(they make me feel safe)(idiot)(sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome show. Really. Seriously. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mamma mia, here we go again..my my..how can i resist you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantum of Solace didn't make sense. I still don't understand what happen. Stupid. Wasn't that great a show. Wasted my 11 bucks. Bloody hell. And i almost froze in the cinema. I am Innovative. Muahahhaa. I used my tracks as a scarf and jacket. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog can be just all bout movies. Sorry, i'm boring everyone, talking bout movies all the time. Sorry, my life ain't that interesting. Sorry i'm not in some secret society planning to kill Elton John (i don't know why its always Elton John)(its not that im a homophobe or anything)(i just don't like him)(sorry). Oh, and sorry for boring everyone with my stupid brackets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you just wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this meaningless post. In fact, my whole blog is meaningless. So, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'mma Crucio your ass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm lame like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7851143094599219804?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7851143094599219804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7851143094599219804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7851143094599219804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7851143094599219804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/inilah-saatnya.html' title='Inilah Saatnya...'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6266944152873308637</id><published>2008-11-03T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:28:40.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Changed, maybe?</title><content type='html'>I know i use to always hate High School Musical and all, but after watching the 3rd movie, i have changed(well, maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all High School Musical (or mainly Zac Efron and Vanessa Anne Hudgens) haters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQ8XVA6VMjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hjzQIBSOpSE/s1600-h/High_School_Musical_3_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQ8XVA6VMjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hjzQIBSOpSE/s320/High_School_Musical_3_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264452139208749618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt; look at me! i'm flying!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not hating them enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE MAKING HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 4! WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH-EM-GEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical 3 was seriously a baaaad movie. For me anyway. It was so freaking boring i almost fell asleep. The only thing keeping me awake was the girl sitting beside Shereena that was singing to the bloody songs. And the fact that we were laughing at everything.&lt;br /&gt;And also cause of Ryan, Sharpay and that Jimmy something. That weird dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High School Musical nananana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie made me hate them and the show even more. &lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it was a waste of 6 bucks. My dear precious 6 bucks. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at Monopoly. Seriously. I have like THE WORST luck EVER. REALLY. I am like really really really unlucky. That's why i suck at most board games especially Snakes &amp; Ladders. I can NEVER win. I always reach the Longest ladder and i'll go all the way down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody dice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I like long words. Can you tell me some long words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goodbye and Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6266944152873308637?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6266944152873308637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6266944152873308637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6266944152873308637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6266944152873308637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-changed-maybe.html' title='I Have Changed, maybe?'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQ8XVA6VMjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hjzQIBSOpSE/s72-c/High_School_Musical_3_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7825889298009748780</id><published>2008-10-29T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:26:26.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Sing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No, you shouldn't let me sing. You'll run screaming for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Nathan Hartono sing. I want his album!! I actually went searching for it eventhough i know Popular/CD Rama sucks. Theres lots of albums i want but can't find here in JB. Gah, this sucks. Come on, someone open Tower Records? Anything? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, have a concert in JB please. Or in Singapore also can. I wanna go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hmm, Nathan Hartono looks like Brian Ng hor, Joanne? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who looks like James Lafferty. Bloody hell, i got a shock of my life when i saw him. He looks exactly like James Lafferty except he is like a thinner version. He even smiles the same way. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to myself too much. I'm really starting to question my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine when my sister goes off to wherever shes gonna go. I won't have anybody to talk to anymore. Then i can't complain to anybody or gossip with anybody. I'll probably start talking to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dad forces her to stay in JB. Hehe. NONO. Just joking. JOKING! &lt;br /&gt;Fine GO! Go and leave me alone here to rot and die. *wipes tear away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAYY, I LOVE POTTER PUFFS! AND POTTER PUPPETS! but not a big fan of Harry Potter. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQh8DwtrlnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xZIXa7-n9_M/s1600-h/th_hp17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQh8DwtrlnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xZIXa7-n9_M/s320/th_hp17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262592568640378482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQh8DpBnr1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/W4LqHnyXOMk/s1600-h/th_thico-remusseverus04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQh8DpBnr1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/W4LqHnyXOMk/s320/th_thico-remusseverus04.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262592566576525138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;so cute!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sybil Trelawney is an inspiration to alcoholic teachers everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7825889298009748780?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7825889298009748780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7825889298009748780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7825889298009748780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7825889298009748780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-me-sing.html' title='Let Me Sing!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQh8DwtrlnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xZIXa7-n9_M/s72-c/th_hp17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-1784368057466352068</id><published>2008-10-27T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:40:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovey Dovey</title><content type='html'>I feel so mushy right now. Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched so many romance movies and read the super long 'declaration of love' from Bella and Edward. Blehh. Damn long right? Like so many pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many people are gonna hate me for this, but i found New Moon kind of draggy. I don't know. It's probably just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today i watched The Notebook, Awake, Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix, My Sassy Girl, Georgia Rule(kind of, just a lil bit), Bridge to Terabithia, and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Bleh, i know its all old show, the only shows i haven't watched before are My Sassy Girl and Awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to myself alot today. Hmm, my mum and sister abandoned me at home alone. I was cursing Jessica Alba like mad and also that stupid bloody freaking pink Umbridge. Ok, bother. But seriously, Umbridge really really resembles err, you-know-who(she-who-can't-be-named) lah. Forever smiling that sickening smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, The Notebook damn sweet right?!! I've watched it like 5 times and i still almost cried. And Nicole, My Sassy Girl is like Serendipity and Just Like Heaven. You know, the one where Reese Witherspoon is a ghost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQXdi4N8FbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_MFYVqb1Qjw/s1600-h/TI4U_u1223911021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQXdi4N8FbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_MFYVqb1Qjw/s320/TI4U_u1223911021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261855330928432562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahaha. I love this photo. JAMES/CAM! OK, they all look ridiculous. Bother. But Taylor Lautner looks damn ridiculous with long hair. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Joanne, you know Justin Chon aka Eric Yorkie sama birthday as you leh. Hehe. Like lah you care but i just tell you lah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost track of One Tree Hill and Gossip Girl and Heroes. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How was HSM 3, anybody? Bet it sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-1784368057466352068?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1784368057466352068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=1784368057466352068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1784368057466352068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1784368057466352068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovey-dovey.html' title='Lovey Dovey'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQXdi4N8FbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_MFYVqb1Qjw/s72-c/TI4U_u1223911021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-217473198040893593</id><published>2008-10-25T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:42:08.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight..dundundun</title><content type='html'>I know the entire universe is talking bout Twilight and i'll just be another typical fella blogging bout it, saying the same things over and over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. I'mma blog about it anyways. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all i wanna say, I SO LOVE JAMES! I love Cam Gigandet. &lt;br /&gt;And i don't like Taylor Lautner. Sorry all Taylor fans, i just don't like him for some reason. I would so totally agree if they get Steven Strait to play Jacob Black. Yeah man. STEVEN STRAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i like Emmett, Rosalie and Alice. Blablabla. Yadayada. But i feel Jackson Rathbone is kinda wrong for Jasper. But whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say, I SO TOTALLY TOTALLY LOVE CARLISLE CULLEN! Peter Facinelli is so damn freaking hot. I know he's pretty old but WHO CARES?! I so love him. And he is PERFECT to play Dr Carlisle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else do i gotta say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like Edward. Teehee. I mean he is alright la. Not going crazy over him. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Steven Strait is gonna play Jacob Black then screw Edward. Bella choose Jacob!! Even if Steven Strait plays James, choose James! Teehee. Ah, bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and ONE MORE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIA IS GONNA SHOW TWILIGHT EARLIER THAN SINGAPORE. HAH! NENENEPUPU. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanana. One more time, say it with me HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Ok sorry, i'm gonna get stuff thrown in my face after this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! I feel evil. Dundundun. So anyway, i got nothing else to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, HAH!!!!! *sticks out tongue*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-217473198040893593?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/217473198040893593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=217473198040893593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/217473198040893593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/217473198040893593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilightdundundun.html' title='Twilight..dundundun'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4164569047896611862</id><published>2008-10-23T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:33:23.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang Flabbit</title><content type='html'>Ah, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i didn't quit piano!! I wanna play River Flows In You!! But it looks damn hard to me. Don't come telling me its easy okay, i'll kick your ass. People like me can't play for nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE!! TEACH ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn i wanna learn i wanna learn. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, i was at the library today and we saw two Malay guys watching porn on their handphones. Apparently they got 'excited' and these bunch of guys were laughing at this one guy. Whaddefudge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes, get a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i got no idea why i'm saying this. Oh right. To make a point la, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, you wanna watch porn, don't watch it in public places where other people sitting at the table beside you can see what you're watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i screamed my voicebox out today.&lt;br /&gt;And I want a Freaking DSLR. Pleasee? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa oh Santaaaaa. Can you hearr meeee??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want Christmas. I want it to come faster and last forever. I don't want my results.  But i want Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, i wish, i pray, the MOE(ministry of magic)(stupid no lah)(ministry of education) loses all the PMR papers. The Whole Malaysia. Then they suddenly become very good, don't wanna cut down trees to make new exam papers and just let us be and let us choose whatever we want to study next year. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i wish with all my heart &lt;s&gt;to fly with dragons in a land apart&lt;/s&gt; that whatever i'm wishing will all come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dundundun. My favorite singer(so she calls herself) and actress. Dundundun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQB2LiwMfKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kj3pPNBCihM/s1600-h/MileyCyrusSynger_aedit0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQB2LiwMfKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kj3pPNBCihM/s320/MileyCyrusSynger_aedit0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260334305448328354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, PMR is over and i have nothing to do okay. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but i have this really deep hatred for her. She is just such a %^&amp;8#. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, by the way, i stole Lindsey's song. Teehee. One Tree Hill watch-ers should know.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You've got the best of both worlds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Booooooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4164569047896611862?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4164569047896611862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4164569047896611862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4164569047896611862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4164569047896611862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/10/dang-flabbit.html' title='Dang Flabbit'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SQB2LiwMfKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kj3pPNBCihM/s72-c/MileyCyrusSynger_aedit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7540665963975532226</id><published>2008-10-19T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:05:01.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Cyrus sucks.</title><content type='html'>Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Since PMR is over, i'm probably gonna be blogging a lot. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Why did The Beatles cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SPoi4WJIY1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/ekXX2mLbBz4/s1600-h/the-beatles-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SPoi4WJIY1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/ekXX2mLbBz4/s320/the-beatles-sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258553866320372562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;No one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the chicken on the other side of the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SPoi4fzcWuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OVkXdoXMqCM/s1600-h/chicken_cross_road_key_west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SPoi4fzcWuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OVkXdoXMqCM/s320/chicken_cross_road_key_west.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258553868913760994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, i just made that up like 5 minutes ago. So, don't be throwing eggs at me. I can never be a comedian. I'm too lame. Ah, well. Another dream gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Manchester Orchestra. &lt;br /&gt;I hate Miley Cyrus. She can't sing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing either but at least i know i can't sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not but i'm hoping it is. I want CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7540665963975532226?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7540665963975532226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7540665963975532226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7540665963975532226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7540665963975532226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/10/miley-cyrus-sucks.html' title='Miley Cyrus sucks.'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SPoi4WJIY1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/ekXX2mLbBz4/s72-c/the-beatles-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6752662425662023504</id><published>2008-10-17T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:38:57.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, insomniacs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PMR is but a faint memory to me. TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems quite a lot of people are really searching for a cure for insomnia. Sorry, i don't REALLY know the cure for it. As far as i know, insomnia is a sleeping disorder. Where people can't sleep? I don't know anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cure for not being able to sleep is, watch golf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try it. Unless you're like my dad who won't fall asleep watching golf. Hmm. Then maybe watch a chess tournament. Like what Mr Bean did. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, counting sheeps, cows, goats, elephants or humans DON'T work. I've tried it so many times. It just makes me think harder cause i got to imagine the sheep/cow/goat/elephant jumping across me. The elephant will probably fall and crush me and then i'll die and maybe THEN i'll sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watch E! to fall asleep. Watch all the err, lists of people and stuff. I don't know why but it helps me sleep. Although sometimes i'll wake up and comment bout it and start talking to myself. (wow, im weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, i watched the Forbes list of rich people or something like that, and i was falling asleep, then suddenly i heard they said Madonna made like 10 million just by her concerts and i woke up again and went &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"WAH! I make 10million i no need to work for the rest of my life already man!" &lt;/span&gt;and then i had to try and fall back asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget that. Hmm, reading also works. Sometimes. But you gotta find a very boring book. Like, err, ok nevermind. Forget that also. OH YES! Drink a hot cup of Milo or Milk. Works for me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bother, forget all that. Just read my blog. You'll fall right to sleep. Hmm, maybe i AM a cure for insomniacs after all. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotism helps insomnia right? I wanna learn to hypnotise myself! I'll hypnotise myself to study more. Then maybe i can get 7As for PMR. But too late. I'll get 7As when...when pink elephants and sheep(ooh i wanna see a pink sheep!) climb trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you guys know where the crapper is? I have to drop some timber.&lt;br /&gt;The eyes are the nipples of the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i really learnt a lot watching The House Bunny. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6752662425662023504?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6752662425662023504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6752662425662023504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6752662425662023504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6752662425662023504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-insomniacs.html' title='Sorry, insomniacs'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-1604786782619379421</id><published>2008-10-03T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:46:06.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO FAIR!</title><content type='html'>BLOODY HELL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA FLY TO ANAHEIM(WHEREVER THAT IS) OR SAN FRANCISCO!!! after PMR la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Academy is, Carolina Liar, We The Kings, Hey Monday!!! NOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUPID CONTEST TO WIN THE STUPID GUITAR SIGNED BY THEM IS OPEN TO SINGAPORE BUT NOT TO MALAYSIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE SO FREAKING NEAR EACH OTHER!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY SINGAPORE CAN MALAYSIA CANNNOT?!! WHY WHY TELL ME WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna move to Singapore next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T YOU GUYS COME MALAYSIA?! CAROLINA LIAR! Come la come la. I'll cook for you, all of you. The super awesome delicious MAGGIE MEE. I can guarantee it tastes good. I'll add egg...and cabbage? and sausage and err, scallop? Please?? Abalone? Buddha jump over the wall?(what a stupid thing to name a dish)(wait, is it actually called that? im not sure)(hmm..) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;, what else what else, Bird's Nest? ANYTHING YOU WANT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO UNFAIR SO UNFAIR SO UNFAIR SO UNFAIR. I should move to Singapore now. Go buy a HDB flat(thats the cheap cheap wan right?) then at least i can enter the contest. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can convince my parents to fly me to Buffalo by the 23rd of November. Muahahaha. I know that'll never happen. I'm just in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse going Singapore. JB so near, can't you guys just stop by here?! Sheeshhh. You can perform at...err, Dataran Merdeka?(is that big empty field called Dataran Merdeka?)(I'm not sure)(hmm, i like writing in brackets)(anyway, it's that empty place with the huge clock tower)(what's that place called?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate contests that include Singapore but not Malaysia. Stoooopid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-1604786782619379421?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1604786782619379421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=1604786782619379421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1604786782619379421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1604786782619379421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-fair.html' title='NO FAIR!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5641626685284727056</id><published>2008-10-02T20:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:12:16.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Lennox-Boyd and Masao Baba</title><content type='html'>I like their names. MasaoBabaMasaoBabaMasaoBaba. My two new friends. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so high on caffeine right now, im talking to myself so much and saying Masao Baba and laughing, and my butt is so numb, its not even funny. I've been sitting in my super uncomfortable chair for so long studying my ass off about my dear Lord Lennox-Boyd and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;err, who i like ah&lt;/span&gt;, Henry Gurney, Frank Swettenham and my dear beloved Chin Peng. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i watched One Tree Hill episode 5 already. I should've on my webcam and went live. It would've been entertaining to watch cause i was screaming and jumping and clapping like an idiot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay, Dan and Deb!&lt;/span&gt; Bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who made the saying(?) 'aww-yo-ta-ta-yo' not really sure how to spell. But just pronounce it the way its spelt. Its so silly and doesn't really make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once in either Standard 6 or 3, this GIRL (*hint* still in Convent. Teehee) broke a vase in our class. The whole class stood around her in a circle, stuck out our fingers and pointed at her saying 'aww-yo-ta-ta-yo'. Stupid, i know. We kept repeating it till she started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the very kind soul didn't do that. I just stood aside...and laughed. So evil, i know. I didn't laugh at her la, i laughed cause seriously, THE WHOLE CLASS &lt;s&gt;berganding bahu to make her feel guilty&lt;/s&gt; pointed at her saying that. Sounded damn funny. I wonder who remembers that. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Malaysians have nothing better to do so they make up weird words. See, only  Malaysians and Singaporeans always say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah, lo, aiyo, aiya, leh, hor, eyer&lt;/span&gt; and i cant think of what else. But got LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Malaysia's famous saying and lines i love to say. Teehee. Not really. Well, kind of. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aww-yo-ta-ta-yo mak balik ambil kayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-so soya bean kiss your boyfriend Mr Bean. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(World Famous. Or at least Malaysia famous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-so suck your toe all the way to mexico cut your hair, put it in your underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copycat kiss the rat, go home give your mother slap, father say go and die, mother say nevermind. (this doesn't make sense at all)(not that the others do lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar liar pants on fire your nose is as long as a telephone wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar liar pants on fire, eating cherry with your butt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(WTF RIGHT? I use to say this when i was VERY young. Like VERY young)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because the sky is so high and you marry a Sakai in the month of July in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta say it like in a poem-ic/tune-ic sort of way. At least we know Malaysians can rhyme right? Except the one about the cherry and the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English sucks thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manchester Orchestra! Come to Malaysia! PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anyone, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miley? pretty pretty please, i so wanna throw eggs and a rotten shoe at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5641626685284727056?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5641626685284727056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5641626685284727056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5641626685284727056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5641626685284727056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/10/lord-lennox-boyd-and-masao-baba.html' title='Lord Lennox-Boyd and Masao Baba'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5280059367832967325</id><published>2008-09-18T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:38:29.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna feel smart</title><content type='html'>That day, my sister and i were hearing Transatlanticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The atlantic was born today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is the atlantic born?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..and i'll tell you how...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There. They telling."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;/span&gt; because PMR is just about to...start. Damn. It worked better for UPSR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Xiaxue's Guide to Life episode 30. Ju is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;And Chick vs Dick. Paul said his grandmother cannot remember his name because she has eczema and Kay Kay was like "Eczema is a skin disease."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to say Alzheimer. Bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, if you want to be like some fashion critic or something and you're like gonna appear on E!, remember to keep saying '...is the epitome of hollywood fashion' and '...has the quintessential look'. Confirm you'd get the job and sound like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn irritating man. Everyone keeps saying those two sentences over and over again. Like EVERYBODY is the 'epitome of Hollywood fashion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm watching too much E!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. I wanna see Ryan live. But its at 9am in the morning on a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe i can skip school. Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live in Hawaii!! Preferably Hilo. I shall go there one day. ONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, remember the craze about &lt;s&gt;'THE SKY IS FALLING!'&lt;/s&gt; "THE WORLD IS ENDING!"? Seems like everybody forgot about it. Haha. And apparently none of the predictions came true. HAH. Told ya! I knew it wasn't gonna come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motley Crue is going to Singapore on the 25th of October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate the Motley Crue. By the way, Hannah Montana is dead! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disaster movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5280059367832967325?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5280059367832967325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5280059367832967325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5280059367832967325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5280059367832967325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-feel-smart.html' title='i wanna feel smart'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5233402314251490865</id><published>2008-09-02T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:40:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE TREE HILL</title><content type='html'>Its finally out its finally out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why im so excited considering i can't watch it but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone PLEASE tell me what happened!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever watched it already please tell me what happened!! TELL me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy. But i'll probably only be able to watch the 1st part in like 2 months or 3 months time. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, people from Italy and France and Greece and Germany and Spain and all that, can speak English ah? Bother. I want to learn French. I want to go Germany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then LA-&lt;br /&gt;(I think Lucas is blindfolded or her hands are over his eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Lucas looks around. Slowly recognizing where they are.&lt;br /&gt;Peyton: You said you wanted a dream come true. Well I have this dream&lt;br /&gt;They look at each other and smile. That we are in THIS hotel room and you propose to me and EVERYTIME I say yes.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: It’s just a dream right?&lt;br /&gt;Peyton: It’s my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Then she walks over to the chair that she was in the last time he proposed and sits.&lt;br /&gt;He smiles and follows her. He gets down and says I love you Peyton Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;Peyton- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas- You didn’t even let me ask.&lt;br /&gt;Peyton- I don’t care. I love you baby. yes yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;They kiss deeply.&lt;br /&gt;As we go into Brooke (which ends in her screaming and fading to black.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so the website says la. LALA. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have watched it, please please please, tell me. Thank you. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting Iffa's 'anime fall' disease. I keep doing that. BOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, what bout gossip girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5233402314251490865?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5233402314251490865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5233402314251490865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5233402314251490865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5233402314251490865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-tree-hill.html' title='ONE TREE HILL'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5358197590210861176</id><published>2008-08-31T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:11:22.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chained to a Memory</title><content type='html'>So i suddenly decided to watch the videos i uploaded last time onto Youtube and realise  i took lots of embarrassing - i forgot how to spell embarrassing - videos. But to me it's damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i watched one video and i can't help it. Its so funny and stupid and lame, and it brings back memories. So i want to post it. Hehe. Don't kill me, err, Geraldine (you won't read this anyway, so bother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8tkbxxx3mU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8tkbxxx3mU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala, Geraldine so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like this colour. Its white, and shiny"&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like a guinea pig."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is how you put eyeshadow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Brings back memories. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Eva, fierce much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, everybody so cuute. And super lame. &lt;s&gt;except Eva, shes scary but cute although, we can't exactly see her in the video.&lt;/s&gt; Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still love the very lame video i took when we were in primary 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice,&lt;br /&gt;"People listen up its about your shoe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Yi,&lt;br /&gt;"November,i know, November come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracks me up everytime. And till this day, we got no idea what on earth Hui Yi was talking about. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone realise how weird we look in primary uniforms? Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, Happy Merdeka everybody.&lt;br /&gt;and Happy Birthday, Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5358197590210861176?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5358197590210861176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5358197590210861176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5358197590210861176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5358197590210861176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/chained-to-memory.html' title='Chained to a Memory'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8858027393971545419</id><published>2008-08-24T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:31:18.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, Hui Yin.</title><content type='html'>Good morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SLF4HWdzYiI/AAAAAAAAAag/IIta0F6UzpA/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SLF4HWdzYiI/AAAAAAAAAag/IIta0F6UzpA/s320/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238099909293597218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful morning to post &lt;s&gt;wedding&lt;/s&gt; pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi's very own masterpieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SLF4GtCpaqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/PRwk4hRH8wA/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SLF4GtCpaqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/PRwk4hRH8wA/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238099898173844130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SLF4G4Oy_SI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/W467vEI_E7o/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SLF4G4Oy_SI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/W467vEI_E7o/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238099901177593122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SLF4HEEiauI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YwhiufOMHeA/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SLF4HEEiauI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YwhiufOMHeA/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238099904355789538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;them, together.. with some sort of heart with an arrow poking through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Wedding&lt;/s&gt; portraits. Teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi, if your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err&lt;/span&gt; doctor or nurse or professional softballer career doesn't work out, you can be an artist. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome drawings dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympics ended. So sad. Everyone is saying they're going to miss Michael Phelps. Bleh. I'm going to miss Lee Chong Wei. Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Cheers for Lee Chong Wei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Boleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Avril Tak Boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sorry Hui Yin, i couldn't help myself. Chi's drawings are too nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8858027393971545419?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8858027393971545419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8858027393971545419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8858027393971545419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8858027393971545419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-hui-yin.html' title='Hi, Hui Yin.'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SLF4HWdzYiI/AAAAAAAAAag/IIta0F6UzpA/s72-c/DSC00803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3884074012392183392</id><published>2008-08-20T08:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:59:08.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im boring and ugly</title><content type='html'>I love Oasis and all but seriously, the Gallagher brothers should learn to shut their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to insult people, just continue insulting Amy Winehouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in Chris Crocker's voice&lt;/span&gt;)Leave Radiohead and Coldplay alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i know everyone is tired of me going on and on and being racist towards &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err&lt;/span&gt;, Chinese but seriously, whats with those restaurants that only give menus in Mandarin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help imagining the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine next time when i don't go for dinner with my parents. When im alone..with the mandarin menus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'll have a chicken, fish, vegetables and err, a soup please. Thanks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There is someone walking behind you, following your footsteps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its Barney the pervert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3884074012392183392?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3884074012392183392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3884074012392183392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3884074012392183392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3884074012392183392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-boring-and-ugly.html' title='Im boring and ugly'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-2050890217321020114</id><published>2008-08-18T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:36:37.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The ice is getting thinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shows that have awesome soundtracks. Like One Tree Hill. And Gossip Girl is kind of okay also. I heard The Weepies' song and Death Cab For Cutie's song on the show and i practically screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Rufus. And Ryan Ross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill is still sooo much better than Gossip Girl though. I find Gossip Girl quite irritating. Don't know why. One Tree Hill still my favourite. Teehee. But i still look forward for Season 2 to come out on dvd. September 1. Getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Northern Downpour. And did i mention i like Ryan Ross? Brandon Urie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;okay lah.&lt;/span&gt;Teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm very slow and i know i probably mentioned this many times before already but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I HATE MILEY CYRUS AND MANDY WHATSHERNAME&lt;/span&gt;(whos she anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots man. Freaking idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the world is flat? What if the government created a huge conspiracy just to make us believe the Earth is round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate hospital smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-2050890217321020114?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2050890217321020114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=2050890217321020114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2050890217321020114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2050890217321020114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/gossip-gossip.html' title='Gossip Gossip'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7898464876729803098</id><published>2008-08-15T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:14:36.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh em gee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do the ninja glare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nobody wants to read bout my pathetic little meaningless life. But who cares. I'm going to write bout my day in CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;We hor, went shopping. Try alot of baju. But i duno which one to buy le. Cause hor, i not enough money to buy all the clothes i like le. Haihzzzzz. So sad lerhzz. So we walk and walk. Then we go take neoprint and pose alot. Then i so happy. Then i go home. So sad. I want to go shopping again. My day in CS so nice. ^^&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bother bout walking and shopping. We watched the funniest show ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KUNG FU HIP HOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend everyone to go watch that show. I laughed till i cried. It is so freaking lame and stupid. You should go watch, laugh at the stupidity of it all. Just remember to keep reading the English and Malay subtitle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the end of it, you'll probably go out of the cinema humming 'You Raised Me Up' by Josh Groban; and if you're unlucky and were the only people laughing, you'd probably get death glares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I still don't get Malaysians. The last part was so damn freaking funny but we were the only ones to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, we cried, we drank(roibo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We sing, we dance, we steal things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the credits rolled, everyone turned back and glared at us. It was almost as bad as the time people threw popcorn at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody exams. I didn't get to see Jason Mraz and Travis and Panic. They didn't get to come to my house for dinner. Apparently too busy. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sorry, im just in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the names of the characters in Gossip Girl are too hard to remember. I can never remember any of their names except Serena Van Der Woodsen cause i like the name. Joanne and i were trying to remember Rufus' name so she listed the alphabets and we thought of names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A,B......G"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God? No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Jason Mraz and Ryan Ross, if you ever read my blog, please come to my house. &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; my maid will make durian puffs for you. TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't wanna be a mushroom, a mushroom, a mushroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7898464876729803098?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7898464876729803098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7898464876729803098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7898464876729803098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7898464876729803098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-em-gee.html' title='Oh em gee.'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6103382869763997545</id><published>2008-07-25T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:29:13.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The curse of the 1993 students.</title><content type='html'>OMGWTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie tickets sold out already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFFF MANNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're cursed i tell ya, CURSED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i was reading some people's blogs about them winning tickets to MTVAA and blablabla and i started squealing. Like really squealing..loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, my maid(the new one, the one i dont really like) came it. She usually knocks the door when she comes in the room and i really hate it. But this time, the one time i would prefer her to knock, she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she came in and i was squealing and she stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i stared at her.(i stopped going EEEEEEE already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she stared back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And then the world rejoiced and sang praises to the Lord. And Click Five came to my house for dinner. And Jason Mraz sang I'm Yours to ME. ANDDDD they changed the venue of MTVAA to my house. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she picked up the basket of clothes, closed the door and went to my room.(i was in my mum's room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i turned back to the comp and started going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOAREYOUWHOAREYOUWHOAREYOUWHOAREYOUWHOAREYOUWHOAREYOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will probably be going on and on and on about The Dark Knight. I shall not cave into peer pressure. I shall not blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go on and on about Camp Rock. Don't ask me how i watched it. I didn't do anything or BUY anything. hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Rock doesn't rock. The only reason i think its okay is cause i get to see a little of Nick and i get to hear Joe sing AND i liked the song Joe and Demi sang together. AND i liked the guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough it doesn't really rock, i gotta say, for me, its SOOOO much better than High School Musical. Partly cause Zac Efron isn't in it. And at least it made more sense than HSM. At least Joe doesn't go walking around in some golf course and suddenly have speakers blaring out some sort of Indian song and start singing and dancing to it. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SIm_zpdcTiI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7lFF3NEU--Y/s1600-h/Camp-Rock-movie-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SIm_zpdcTiI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7lFF3NEU--Y/s320/Camp-Rock-movie-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226919736563748386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;See! Nick so cute!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh heck peer pressure. I just gotta blog bout HEATH LEDGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Heath Ledger!! He did an AWESOME job as the joker man. SO FRIGGIN CUTE! Totally hated Batman. And he really was a joker. In the nurse outfit. GAHHHH SO CUTE! He really should win an Oscar. Its so sad that he couldn't be here to be praised and loved MORE. Go watch this movie in memory of Heath Ledger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SIm_zpJWZnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/OmtPysPYqm4/s1600-h/Culture+Shock+-+The+Joker-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SIm_zpJWZnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/OmtPysPYqm4/s320/Culture+Shock+-+The+Joker-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226919736479475314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why so serious?&lt;/span&gt; Love his suit.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Sirius. WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i found a wannabe joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SInEFlKVD9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/rfQ2qWX0ZU0/s1600-h/kuchisake-onna_pi01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SInEFlKVD9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/rfQ2qWX0ZU0/s320/kuchisake-onna_pi01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226924442693996498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. She cut her mouth wrongly redy la. Suppose to be a smile. Hers is half smile, half frown. Should ask Joker help you cut mah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be positive. I KNOW Jason Mraz and Travis will come knocking on my door. I just know it! And so will DCFC. TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6103382869763997545?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6103382869763997545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6103382869763997545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6103382869763997545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6103382869763997545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/curse-of-1993-students.html' title='The curse of the 1993 students.'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SIm_zpdcTiI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7lFF3NEU--Y/s72-c/Camp-Rock-movie-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5873484415553430817</id><published>2008-07-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:45:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO TOTALLY AGREE WITH XIAXUE bout dawn yang. (abit slow la i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to go out with old guys at least find some better/not perverted looking old guy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. Just wanted to say that. OH yeah and MayZhee(i mean i agree with her) also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5873484415553430817?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5873484415553430817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5873484415553430817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5873484415553430817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5873484415553430817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/by-way-i-so-totally-agree-with-xiaxue.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-2644822516794142648</id><published>2008-07-09T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:12:05.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudes,</title><content type='html'>Seriously, with all the stupid predictions of the world ending. We should all seriously start trying to save the Earth dey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scared!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly really believe, considering all the failed predictions but still!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Scared!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the email i received......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla talking bout the guy who predicted this....then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt; Future predictions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2008, July: There will be an earthquake in Japan, which will cause a&lt;br /&gt; tsunami of 30 plus metres high to occur as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2008, 18th September: An earthquake with magnitude of approximately&lt;br /&gt; 9.1 will rock China , simultaneously causing a tsunami of more than 30&lt;br /&gt; metres to occur, resulting in the deaths of more than 1 million&lt;br /&gt; people. Although this huge earthquake will happen after the Olympics&lt;br /&gt; have ended, there will be a series of relatively smaller earthquakes&lt;br /&gt; occurring in China before the huge earthquake. The China government,&lt;br /&gt; which is more concerned with the success of the Olympics, will most&lt;br /&gt; likely neglect to employ appropriate cautionary measures, thus the&lt;br /&gt; high casualty rate. If the China government does not publicise the&lt;br /&gt; occurrence of these minor earthquakes and evacuate people, the number&lt;br /&gt; of deaths will be as predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2008, 17th December: terrorist attack in America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2010: The temperatures in some countries of Africa could be as high as&lt;br /&gt; 58 degrees Celsius, and there will be a serious shortage of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2010, 15th June: The New York Stock Exchange market will fail, causing&lt;br /&gt; an international financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2011: The research on the treatment of some cancers will be completed,&lt;br /&gt; but a new life-threatening virus will appear.&lt;br /&gt; People who are infected will die after only approx. 4 hours of coming&lt;br /&gt; into contact with the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2013, 1st ­ 25th November: Research on treatment of cancers, except&lt;br /&gt; for brain tumors, will be completed. An earthquake, caused by volcanic&lt;br /&gt; eruptions, will happen on Bahama Island of the Canary Islands. A&lt;br /&gt; gigantic tsunami of roughly 150 metres will result. America mainlands,&lt;br /&gt; Brazil etc. will be affected, with the tsunami pushing into the land&lt;br /&gt; as far as 15 to 20 kilometres. Before the occurrence of this gigantic&lt;br /&gt; tsunami, the sea/ocean water levels will sink by about 6 metres, and&lt;br /&gt; large flocks of birds will start to migrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2014: A small planet that has been gradually closing in on Earth might&lt;br /&gt; eventually collide with Earth, and this collision, if come to pass,&lt;br /&gt; will affect the survival of humans as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2015: By the mid of November, the average temperature of Earth could&lt;br /&gt; be as high as 59 degrees Celsius. Many people will die from the&lt;br /&gt; overheat, and international confusion and terror ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2016, April: A huge typhoon will invade China, causing massive damage.&lt;br /&gt; The 43rd USA president, George Walker Bush, will enter the hospital,&lt;br /&gt; and faces a life or death situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2026, July: A super earthquake will occur in Sans Francisco, and it&lt;br /&gt; will be named ³The Big One². Huge damage to surrounding areas. Many&lt;br /&gt; volcanoes will re-activate, and the height of resulting tsunami will&lt;br /&gt; be more than 150 metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mr. Juseleeno made known his predictions in hopes that people will&lt;br /&gt; take heed of his warnings, so that these disasters may be avoided. He&lt;br /&gt; hopes there will be a major change in the thinking of people¹s&lt;br /&gt; mindsets in the time period 2007 ­ 2008. One factor will be the&lt;br /&gt; environmental issue of global warming, which is more serious than what&lt;br /&gt; some meteorologists assume.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably ain't true BUT, i'm still freaking out. i don't want 1million people to die! I DON'T WANNA DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its really true, that means the world will end when i'm 33!! At least its better than the predictions that said the worlds ending in 2012 BUT so many disasters! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DOWANNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure kena marah for believing in all this predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTHER! SAVE THE EARTH! I SHALL TRY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-2644822516794142648?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2644822516794142648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=2644822516794142648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2644822516794142648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2644822516794142648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/dudes.html' title='Dudes,'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6152829237846266740</id><published>2008-06-25T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:29:13.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Today is the day, we all go eat hay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, everyone went around asking "So, what you want to be next time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i though about it and i have decided! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to become like Sarah Connor! I shall hunt robots and travel through time to destroy skynet. Hmm, that should be easy. I'll just follow one of the trucks and start killing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SGJX0QxZHPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/co0Lu2U-imI/s1600-h/skynet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SGJX0QxZHPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/co0Lu2U-imI/s320/skynet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215827873815403762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guys don't look like robots. But if they are, hmm.... I'll ask &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err&lt;/span&gt; Eunice and Rachel Chong build a robot for me. And make sure the robot is GOOD. Then i'll ask it to kill the two guys for me. Then i can continue on my mission to protect dear John Connor &lt;s&gt;then i'll marry him&lt;/s&gt; -.- Although....i'm not sure how she makes money. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la, i've been watching way too much of Terminator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second option is...to become like Peyton! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start my own record label. Just as soon as i make friends with someone like Brooke who'll be super rich, own a fashion line, and is willing to lend me the money first...and, someone like Lucas who will have a mother who owns a place like Tric and is willing to rent me a space which looks super damn cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after i've got all that, i'll sign my first artist. Hmm, who should it be..? I shall have to meet someone like Kate Voegele. Then i'll be rich and i'll be able to pay back my 'friend' who is like Brooke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third option is....to become like House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to boss people around and start pointing my walking stick at people. And i can be so cranky but be right every single freaking time. Just as soon as i find my 'inner genius-ness' which is really really REALLY deep inside and might take &lt;s&gt;a while&lt;/s&gt; a very long time to be discovered. VERY. LONG. TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, forget that. My 'inner genius-ness' is never coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that, maybe i can be an intern in a hospital. Meredith Grey? right right? Although i won't be so stupid like her lah. NONO. I'd rather be Izzy. Minus the part where whatshisname died. &lt;s&gt;On the bright side, when he died she got 8million. JOKE! hahahah. But seriously right.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fourth option....Betty Suarez anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG that'll be like so damn damn cool dey. All the clothes and shoes and bags there. I can take it, and sell it and i'll be super rich. Muahahahhaha. And who wouldn't like to have a guy like Daniel Meade to be their boss right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fifth option(the last) was kind of hard to choose. But after ALOT of thought, i have decided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be the next Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll kind of be like being a PI. I'll find some super rich families who have lots of    dark past of some sort and have lots of drama happening then i'll just create a blog and buy myself a T-Mobile Sidekick and i'll be good to go. And...i'll just end everything with XOXO. But, i've got to have a family who is super rich cause i probably won't make any money by doing this. OR OR i can just put ads and make money through that. Bwahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK. I KNOW THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;XOXO (see! i'm already getting good at it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6152829237846266740?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6152829237846266740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6152829237846266740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6152829237846266740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6152829237846266740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-got-job.html' title='I&apos;ve got a job!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SGJX0QxZHPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/co0Lu2U-imI/s72-c/skynet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4301878218571888616</id><published>2008-06-25T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:39:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LamE Chop</title><content type='html'>I have many super lame friends. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the celebration while watching two people doing err, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; stuff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray C. : I feel so stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(gives confused-want-to-laugh-but-don't-want-to-laugh-gonna-cry face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me : Ya, me too. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Ray C. : Let's talk about something smart.&lt;br /&gt;Me : OK. Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Ray C. : I don't know. I can't think! i feel so STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling you get sometimes after watching South Park, you feel like your IQ is dropping and dropping, yea well at that time, my IQ felt twice as low.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super damn lame convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : EH, i forgot to bring umbrella le!&lt;br /&gt;Kar Bin : Go lend from Rihanna la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shereena : So smart la you, AmanTA. You like to go eat planTA.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ...?&lt;br /&gt;Shereena : See, i can write poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes shereena, your poems are Fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tham : Why you open my pen?&lt;br /&gt;Iffa : This pen can refill one ah?&lt;br /&gt;Tham : Ya can la. *said something*&lt;br /&gt;Iffa : *said something* i very pro about pens one.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wah, i didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;Tham : Oh, no wonder. Cause you always wear &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;panties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne was at my house and we were doing Geo folio and i saw her responden's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chek Kek Chee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that like the funniest name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed till i didn't know whether i wanted to pee or whether i was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had to make another name for her, so we tried to mix all the respondens name together and she said "Leong Kek..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly she said Lee Boon Tu. And i added the Lee Boon Tut. Then we said, aiya don't so bad la. put Boon Tut Lee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i laughed so hard i thought my bladder and stomach was gonna burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one incident where i laughed and hit my head on the printer and the printer started doing something then i pressed the cancel button till it stopped making funny elephant sounds. But i forgot why i laughed. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE BUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just kidding. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I remembered saying something lame but i can't remember what i remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4301878218571888616?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4301878218571888616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4301878218571888616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4301878218571888616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4301878218571888616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/06/lame-chop.html' title='LamE Chop'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8916191530085317277</id><published>2008-06-22T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:26:17.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEPTEMBER 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRY UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH ONE TREE HILL SEASON 6!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FASTER FASTER FASTER FASTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE TREE HILL ONE TREE HILL ONE TREE HILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia sucks. Sex and The City the movie is coming out on 24th July. 21 is coming out in August. Hah! i watched it already. You don't mess with the zohan is on the 14th of August. WTH?! Baby Mama, Mamma Mia and Love Guru is in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE TREE HILL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN THE CHRISTMAS MOOD! AND SANTA CLAUS DOES NOT EXIST! I'M NOT IN DENIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8916191530085317277?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8916191530085317277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8916191530085317277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8916191530085317277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8916191530085317277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/06/hurry-up.html' title='Hurry up!!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-2094448550495856125</id><published>2008-06-06T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:47:25.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay cassie!</title><content type='html'>I'm sure lots of people know the song Cassie by Flyleaf la. But i love it man. I love Flyleaf. And now they are playing Sorrow on radio. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bother. I love love love Flyleaf. Lacey(the lead singer) kinda sounds like Hayley Williams from Paramore. I love their singing/screaming. But ahh whatever! Not my point. I like them both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my point was...the song Cassie. Its bout the Columbine shooting. Surely everyone knows la. Although if you look it up, it wasn't Cassie that said "Yes" but, so not the point. The point is the song rocks and well, someone did say yes and got shot. Or not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Annnyyywaaayyyyy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Will Say Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question asked in order &lt;br /&gt;To save her life or take it &lt;br /&gt;The answer no to avoid death &lt;br /&gt;The answer yes would make it &lt;br /&gt;Make it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? &lt;br /&gt;Written on a bullet &lt;br /&gt;Say yes to pull the trigger &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? &lt;br /&gt;Written on a bullet &lt;br /&gt;And Cassie pulled the trigger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All heads are bowed in silence&lt;br /&gt;To remember her last sentence &lt;br /&gt;She answered him knowing what would happen &lt;br /&gt;Her last words still hanging in the air &lt;br /&gt;In the air &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? &lt;br /&gt;Written on a bullet &lt;br /&gt;Say yes to pull the trigger &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? &lt;br /&gt;Written on a bullet &lt;br /&gt;And Cassie pulled the trigger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many will die&lt;br /&gt;I will die&lt;br /&gt;I, I will say Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;br /&gt;Say yes to pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;br /&gt;And Cassie pulled the trigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;And I will pull the trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no one usually reads lyrics but read this and you'll probably understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that got me thinking. If someone were to point a gun at me and asked if i believed in God, i don't know what i will say. I'd love to say that i'd say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WILL DEFINITELY SAY YES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course i'm not exactly sure. I mean i hope i'd say yes but who knows right. I really hope i'd say yes though. Although i wouldn't wanna be in that position. I mean the gun pointed at me part. Yea, i'd rather avoid that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that i shot my sister and she died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Damn it was a dream.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking joking. I woke and was really scared she was dead. But obviously shes not la so bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So, will you say yes to pull the trigger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In memory of the Columbine victims. R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-2094448550495856125?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2094448550495856125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=2094448550495856125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2094448550495856125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2094448550495856125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-cassie.html' title='Yay cassie!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5423465327081653594</id><published>2008-06-05T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:30:37.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>William Moseley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have decided that i like William Mo&lt;s&gt;u&lt;/s&gt;seley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Yea right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited blogs today. Clicked on the blog. Didn't know the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i saw was William Mo&lt;s&gt;u&lt;/s&gt;seley's face and i said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"OH MY GOD! SO GAY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid came in, looked at me and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kamu cakap dengan siapa ni&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Takdelah. Tengok muka orang gay saje.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't hear what i said and just walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Junjou Romantica and all the yaoi acts in it is so much better than seeing William Mouseley's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't think of a pink elephant!&lt;br /&gt;You just did, didn't you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5423465327081653594?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5423465327081653594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5423465327081653594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5423465327081653594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5423465327081653594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/06/william-moseley.html' title='William Moseley'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3063313911440126825</id><published>2008-06-03T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:41:27.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnotise a chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I feel so deprived i just want to die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many super-obnoxious-wannabe-racer drivers in Malaysia. Drivers who make people &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;who drive just a tad bit slower&lt;/span&gt;'s blood boil and might even make people start cursing; no matter how holy. Drivers who horn at innocent old ladies who can't drive fast because they just can't see that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My dad is one of those people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad drives like theres no tomorrow, like they're giving away free stuff in KL but only for 1 minute, like you can get unlimited supplies of donuts if you get there in a second, like Switchfoot is in KL but is about to board the plane and leave in 10 seconds. He drives like a super mad fella with a dying need for speed. He just horns and horns and horns at whoever that doesn't get out of his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way it's kind of good cause our trip to KL has always been pretty quick. And of course it's kind of fun to see people cursing and get all red-faced. And well, sometimes there are interesting races. Like that day for instance. My dad was kind of like racing with a super &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fuyoo&lt;/span&gt; awesome sports car. Of course, we lost. I have a picture of the car somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i don't get why people pay to scare themselves. Why do we pay to go on rides that make our heart beat super fast? Why is it that eventhough you are scared to get on a ride, you get on it anyway. Why do people pay huge amount of money to go into some haunted house and get scared till they get nightmares? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why oh why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;To prove our macho-ness of course!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause of PEER PRESSURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i got no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, i get on rides to feel the wind in my face. Bwahahaha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, to see innocent little kids..and adults crap their pants and scream their hearts out just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've just reach the point of sadism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on a ride in Genting, the Pirate Ship or something. It was totally NOT scary AT ALL. Seriously, maybe a little tickle-ish but totally not scary and and, my sis actually SCREAMED. She never screams because she's actually scared. She usually screams for fun. But this time, she actually screamed cause she was scared and what else can i do but LAUGHED TILL I PEED IN MY PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really pee in my pants though. That would've been embarassing but i ALMOST did though. Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By the way, i don't think i'm sadistic lah. Please don't run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why on earth would someone want to hypnotise a chicken? Get them to do the chicken dance for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3063313911440126825?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3063313911440126825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3063313911440126825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3063313911440126825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3063313911440126825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/06/hypnotise-chicken.html' title='Hypnotise a chicken'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7277344004298608364</id><published>2008-05-29T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:57:40.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTHFDEUSKCIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY BLOODY FREAKING SHITTING HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GUITAR FREAKING BROKE. SUCH A $#&amp;amp;*(&amp;amp;@^!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A NEW ONE AND I BETTER GET IT! chehla, in my dreams la.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is actually fixing it. with...superglue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is MY birthday! MUAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joanne and I went out to celebrate MY birthday. We watched Superhero Movie and now i finally understand Malaysian's sense of humour. They like LAME jokes. Super lame till cannot lame kind of jokes. They laugh at those. And when it's really funny, nobody laughs. Bloody hell man. It's hard being a Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have to go watch super lame shows to get the audience to actually laugh. Ah, well. It was quite funny la. I laughed like 6 times. I think. The rest were maybe just stifled laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the day i saw the other side of Joanne Gaw. The very weird, very high and very creepy side of her. She was scared to go to the petrol station cause she said STATIC will cause it to go BOOM. So she TRIED to transfer her static to me by touching her hair then touching me. Geez man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND i'm proud of myself cause i manage to ZAPP her. Muahahaha. With the power of MY static. I dragged my feet on the carpet then touched her and she went "OW!" and i went "HAHAHAHAHAH!" or more or less something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM LEGEND!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM IRONwoMAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BATwoMAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SPIDERwoMAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SPARTAAA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR NARNIA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GONE MAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IT MUST BE CAUSE IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! HEATH LEDGER i will forever remember you. Not that you know me but...Don't worry! In your memory i will go watch Batman many many times in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT considering you won't actually get the money i'm helping you make, i'll just go buy the dvd and watch it many many many times in YOUR memory alright? Hehe. I SUPPORT JOKER! I HATE BATMAN! Such a wannabe superhero. Don't even have superpowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story is....errr.....is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story iss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BRUSH YOUR TEETH BEFORE YOU GO TO BED!&lt;br /&gt;This is Amanda Tan and you're reading my blog. Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Panadol Actifast&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my birthday lahh. It's JOANNIEE GAWWW's birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just testing you guys to see if you actually read the crap that i write. Muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Y B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Y J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;OA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7277344004298608364?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7277344004298608364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7277344004298608364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7277344004298608364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7277344004298608364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/05/omgwthfdeuskcie.html' title='OMGWTHFDEUSKCIE!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-1946057432194832552</id><published>2008-05-28T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:21:53.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who are you who are you who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You sound like Planet of the Apes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if theres snow in Malaysia. That'll probably be an awesome day, although it'll probably mean the end of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see a plane in the sky, i'll imagine whos in the plane, where's everyone going, what they're doing, and of course what they're eating. I mean it's like, theres so many people's lives that i'm not a part of and i just can't help but wonder how life is from other people's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do know i'm a pretty lucky person. Considering i'm not under building rubbles right now. And that i actually have a computer to use right now. And that i still have my family -- eventhough sometimes they get so freaking annoying i wish they're gone (but of course i don't really mean it) -- And of course since i'm a normal functional person. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Or at least i think i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe i should stop complaining about my life. I'll TRY. But i guess it's just how human beings are. We're never EVER satisfied with what we have. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Greedy little ingrates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i have no idea what's the point of this post. Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err&lt;/span&gt; army of ants just attack me! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I HATE INSECTS! DIE YOU STUPID THING, DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-1946057432194832552?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1946057432194832552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=1946057432194832552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1946057432194832552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1946057432194832552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-2692712381886123753</id><published>2008-05-25T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:37:29.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your brain cells die with every word you read.</title><content type='html'>William Blake once wrote; "There are things that are known and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is that suppose to mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise how insignificant my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling depressed so i'm pigging out on Milo and biscuits. Hehe. Nah, actually im just feeling hungry. But seriously. I think all im doing in my life is help the Dvd sellers make more money. And, er, maybe help a few authors. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally somehow clicked on a link that searches blogs with the name amanda tan -- i didn't know there was such thing as google blogs -- and i started clicking on blogs and found so many amanda tans. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i kind of felt jealous. Most of them have more interesting lives, or so their blogs say. And probably more friends, have super close good frieds, are smarter, watched more shows than me, read more books, been to more places, and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill really can help a person in real life. If you're an optimist. Not a total pessimist like me. Hehe. Though it entertains me also lah. Honestly, i have no idea what the freaking heck i'm talking about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt; And sorry for the abrupt change in topic. Gah. I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what marks our timing? If one life can really make an impact on the world? Or if the choices we make matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though probably not mine. Ah well, i'll just go on living my insignificant, brain-cell destroying, useless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it anyway. Or at least sometimes i do. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And by the way, Natalie, i so totally agree with you. Watching South Park does make you more retarded with each episode. But i'm still watching it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i sounded emo. I was so totally not in a emo mood at all. I was just...i was just thinking nobody loves me. Nobody cares about me. Nobody.. *sob sob* nobody wants me in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totally NOT emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Harry Potter South Park rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With tired eyes, tired minds, tired souls, we slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-2692712381886123753?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2692712381886123753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=2692712381886123753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2692712381886123753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2692712381886123753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-brain-cells-die-with-every-word.html' title='Your brain cells die with every word you read.'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-1833724960314926906</id><published>2008-05-23T22:19:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:29:16.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skandar Keynes!</title><content type='html'>I'm am so totally crazy over Skandar Keynes ALL OVER AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Narnia sucks man. The only reason i got through it was cause Skandar Keynes was in it. It didn't really suck la. Just OKAYYY only. Wasn't what i expected it to be. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PETER WHATSHISNAME. So gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbbyCPmuvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gPKlbqgrJBA/s1600-h/skandar_keynes_1211311315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbbyCPmuvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gPKlbqgrJBA/s320/skandar_keynes_1211311315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203588072115452658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;see, peter gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbbxyPmuuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NE_MRhBfI40/s1600-h/skandar_keynes_1211311186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbbxyPmuuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NE_MRhBfI40/s320/skandar_keynes_1211311186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203588067820485346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmund, so totally cute!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm gila-ing actors right now....i shall post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JASON DOLLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbdWyPmuwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/j6-gW8m1TP8/s1600-h/ratatouilleprem20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbdWyPmuwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/j6-gW8m1TP8/s320/ratatouilleprem20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203589802987272962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbdXCPmuxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PVKvp1mlQY8/s1600-h/jason_dolley_1192311266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbdXCPmuxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PVKvp1mlQY8/s320/jason_dolley_1192311266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203589807282240274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he's from Minutemen, Read it and Weep, Cory in The House, Saving Shiloh and such. Love his hair lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Logan Lerman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbobSPmu2I/AAAAAAAAAW8/P0pDimNPzEk/s1600-h/logan_lerman_1171982657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbobSPmu2I/AAAAAAAAAW8/P0pDimNPzEk/s320/logan_lerman_1171982657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203601974924589922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbn7yPmu1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/lepiDp6gmfA/s1600-h/MV5BMjEzNjk1MzY0MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzgzOTI2MQ%40%40._V1._CR0,0,450,450_SS100_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbn7yPmu1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/lepiDp6gmfA/s320/MV5BMjEzNjk1MzY0MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzgzOTI2MQ%40%40._V1._CR0,0,450,450_SS100_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203601433758710610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gahh. Couldn't get a bigger picture of him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aaron Yoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbW3iPmuqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OTHKS3lAoIg/s1600-h/aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbW3iPmuqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OTHKS3lAoIg/s320/aaron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203582669046594210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbW4yPmurI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UMoyJ5ldWIQ/s1600-h/disturbia-aaronyoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbW4yPmurI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UMoyJ5ldWIQ/s320/disturbia-aaronyoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203582690521430706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in Disturbia! and 21! and some other shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Steven Strait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbXPyPmusI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8EK9UqFJRFE/s1600-h/steven_strait_1204237463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbXPyPmusI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8EK9UqFJRFE/s320/steven_strait_1204237463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203583085658421954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so cute lahhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbXnSPmutI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xMyyarKy7lQ/s1600-h/steven_strait_1209266810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbXnSPmutI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xMyyarKy7lQ/s320/steven_strait_1209266810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203583489385347794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, couldn't find a pic of him with his hair tied up. Haih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chace Crawford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbmHSPmuzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/e3jukpujOEY/s1600-h/TI4U_u1204942907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbmHSPmuzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/e3jukpujOEY/s320/TI4U_u1204942907.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203599432303950642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Penn Badgley(?), the guy on the right, sometimes he looks okay la. I like the three of them in Gossip Girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbmGiPmuyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/oOhShDRitL4/s1600-h/chacecrawford_1199389022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbmGiPmuyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/oOhShDRitL4/s320/chacecrawford_1199389022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203599419419048738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Once again, not like Zac Efron AT ALL. Maybe a lil bit like Logan Lerman. Gossip Girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jackson Brundage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbxwiPmu3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/OWmohJucD-8/s1600-h/image-thumb14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbxwiPmu3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/OWmohJucD-8/s320/image-thumb14.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203612235601460082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbxwyPmu4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/ta1kh70pvwE/s1600-h/MV5BMTI3MTMyOTU1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzY1MDY2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbxwyPmu4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/ta1kh70pvwE/s320/MV5BMTI3MTMyOTU1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzY1MDY2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203612239896427394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He's so freaking cuteeeeee! Watch One Tree Hill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala, got alot more people but lazy to put lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goodbye, make love not war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-1833724960314926906?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1833724960314926906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=1833724960314926906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1833724960314926906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1833724960314926906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/05/skandar-keynes.html' title='Skandar Keynes!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SDbbyCPmuvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gPKlbqgrJBA/s72-c/skandar_keynes_1211311315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8025269820988373723</id><published>2008-05-22T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:22:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cheers to David Cook! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, you made a Great and Right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pwned David Archuletta(how is it spelled again? i forgot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go David Go David...Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no mood to study AT ALL. Can't wait to watch Indiana Jones, Sex in The City, and Superhero Movie(DRAKE BELL!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish and hope and pray my life can be like Nicole Tan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err i duno what&lt;/span&gt;. Travel travel travel. Ahh. If only i was rich enough to just travel and not lift a finger for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i wish i could cook. Then i can be a chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goodnight, sleep tight, dream of David Cook singing Dare You To Move!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry, just wanted to say that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8025269820988373723?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8025269820988373723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8025269820988373723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8025269820988373723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8025269820988373723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3962379471815652741</id><published>2008-05-19T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:30:52.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Killing Me</title><content type='html'>Oh by the way, did you know that watching tv, using the comp, sms-ing, microwav-ing your food, whatever that has anything to do with technology -- mostly -- kills your brain cells cause of the radiation. And your brain cells stops being produced after you're six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WONDER i'm so damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i don't think Humans are actually 'advance' right now. I think we're just killing ourselves faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm not thankful for whoever created Television.&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, i'm probably not gonna have enough brain cells to even remember what my name is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, when that day comes, i'll....just see what i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, hug a tree, hug a friend, hug ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3962379471815652741?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3962379471815652741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3962379471815652741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3962379471815652741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3962379471815652741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-killing-me.html' title='Its Killing Me'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6521559723179337131</id><published>2008-05-19T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:20:34.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm falling more and more in love with Switchfoot everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm backkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we always name everyone we see. So far we've known Kevjumba, L&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;, Supraman&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iam&lt;/span&gt;, Shrek, Fiona, Kelly, Sally, Black Forest, Snow White and..i can't remember the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're gonna find a Batman and Spiderman one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bother that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to a wedding the other day, and it was terrible. I mean the crowd was terrible. Seriously la wei. All those uncles and aunties cared about was Free Food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all invited to witness and celebrate two people who have decided they love each other enough to spend the rest of their lives together.(chehlah) Malaysians are terrible man. Seriously. The crowd wasn't even listening to the speech they were giving. And everyone was rude. When someone was talking on stage, all we could here was spoon and forks hitting the plate. Geez man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the bride was giving the speech and she started crying, then she said "Thank you God for giving me such a kind angel to love me"(or something like that) and i said "and we all go &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;awwwww&lt;/span&gt;" And i was the only one. Awww. Joanne wasn't there. No one to awww with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were watching Iron Man though, i awwed with her. I think. Iron Man was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a huge believer that every second of every minute in a person's life means something and can change a person's life. Or everything that happens in that second or minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, a bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never look at innocent looking women and uncle and..poles the same way again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor Kar Bin. She'll probably be very paranoid when she stands in a crowded bus next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, this may seem a bit weird and late but.. i was studying for Sejarah that day -- not that i really remembered anything much -- but i really read Form 3 Sejarah and was actually amazed at how interesting it all is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read and read and was cursing whoever i was suppose to curse and i was really REALLY happy when the Malaysians finally took a stand for themselves. When they all fought against the communists. I would've given anything to have been there at that time. To see Malaysians fight them and actually win and not get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy and proud to be a Malaysian. FUYOH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Boleh! Yang lain pun boleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i know this post totally didn't make sense at all(not that all the others made sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In words of James Lucas Scott "It's my life, I'm taking a stand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a stand, save a life, hug a tree, hug a friend, hug me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6521559723179337131?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6521559723179337131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6521559723179337131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6521559723179337131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6521559723179337131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-one.html' title='Just One'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7897095246917559081</id><published>2008-05-07T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:22:01.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idi-Ots</title><content type='html'>To, all the people from that shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that these particular people from a particular shop at a particular place called City Square that always has discount for clothes and is always very cold with lots of slipper and Astro Boy -- if got people don't know really 'katak di bawah tempurung' man -- said "Wahlao, hua ren bu hui jiang hua yi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo men hui jiang hua yi &lt;em&gt;okaay&lt;/em&gt;. Wo men bu yao gen ni jiang er yi mah. Wo shi hua ren, wo de hua yi shi kanasai de ke shi wo &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; ke yi ming bai lo. Wo &lt;em&gt;bet&lt;/em&gt; ni bu hui &lt;em&gt;a word of&lt;/em&gt; ying wen &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt; lo. Ni bi wo hai &lt;em&gt;teruk&lt;/em&gt; lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt;, xiao peng you men, ming bai wo de &lt;em&gt;"hidden"&lt;/em&gt; yi si mah? Ni men bu yong &lt;em&gt;peduli&lt;/em&gt; bu hui ming bai ying wen &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt; de ren. Ying wei ta men shi kanasai de. &lt;em&gt;Then hor&lt;/em&gt;, ru guo ni hui jiang hua yi shi hen hao la &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; zui zhong yao shi ni yi ding yao &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; hui ming bai ying wen &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; ying wen shi &lt;em&gt;Bahasa Antarabangsa Dunia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahhahaha. Dui bu qi wo de han yu pin yin zhen de shi kanasai de lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you get it right? And sorry, i know my sentences are messed up. Like i said, i'm a banana through and through. But i can understand OKAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zai jian.&lt;br /&gt;Stay clean, stay in school, stay NOT an ah-lian &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unless you already are one in which case you should stop being one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7897095246917559081?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7897095246917559081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7897095246917559081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7897095246917559081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7897095246917559081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/05/idi-ots.html' title='Idi-Ots'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-3336834540486240932</id><published>2008-04-20T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:17:02.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Okay, i KNOW this is the third post today. BUT i have an excuse. For the rest of my week i will prolly not be able to post anything at all -- which'll prolly cause the whole world to rejoice. But. Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO, all of a sudden i have.....9 books for me to read. But i read 3 finish redy so i still got 6 more books to read. Gosh. OK last &lt;em&gt;err&lt;/em&gt; last week, we went for U-15 MSSD softball competition. And guess what, we won!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the grueling and torturing and miserable trainings -- it's actually not that bad la -- we WON! And after all the fudging scoldings we get from teachers. Geez man. Can you at least cut it down to like 3 scoldings a week? At least we won right? Gahh. Anyway, i've never felt so frustrated, irritated, scared, excited, nervous and absolutely ECSTATIC in my life before (or maybe i have) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, YAY US!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, i actually had to go for PBSM or is it BBSM or BSMM or BSSM? Whatever it is, i had to go for duty. NO ONE TOLD ME SPEAKING MANDARIN WAS A REQUIREMENT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthefudge man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole fudging day embarrasing my &lt;em&gt;banana&lt;/em&gt; self. GOSH. Never have i been through such torture -- okay, i'm exaggerating, hello, melodramatic remember? -- in my 14 years and about 21 days (ahem, 21 days) of my life. I somehow manage to mumble my way through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy had to come and sit in front of me of all places and AGNES BEK wasn't there. So once again, i had to mumble my way through. But this guy HAD to go and critisize(?) me. He said some shit and some other shit and finally reached the line i've heard thousands of times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hua ren yao jiang hua yi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodyfudginghell. Who the fudge made that rule? If i had to go speak my ass off in English, i probably could and i'll bet you can't. Arsehole. Then i'll go round saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every human being should be able to speak English. It's a basic rule of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i hope someone kicks you off the planet for not being able to speak English. &lt;s&gt;Then Earth shall be mine!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahhahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i didn't say that to him. I'm a very polite person ya know. So i did the polite thing to do. I just &lt;s&gt;punched him in the face&lt;/s&gt; smiled and waved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'm just kidding. I wasn't THAT worked up over it. I'm just being melodramatic. But seriously, i think someone is playing me. The whole fudging day, i only got 3 malay people come to me, and one chinese woman who i kind of forced into speaking English. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the days of my live are numbered. Please don't expect me to speak Mandarin. PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-3336834540486240932?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3336834540486240932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=3336834540486240932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3336834540486240932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/3336834540486240932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6719308132739473732</id><published>2008-04-19T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:33:28.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im P-S-Y-C-Hed</title><content type='html'>My life is miserable. Every single day there will be someone that mentions 19. So fudging irritating man. 19 19 19. The whole world is in love with 19. Such an arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its so freaking obvious that 22 and 2 is in love with 19. And i'll bet 3 is 'happy' and is in love with 19. And the lala-19 prolly likes 19 also. Poor 10. How 10 lives with 19 is beyond me. But anyway, like i said, i'm smart. Teehee. And i'm PSYCHIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. Im a Mind-control-freak/Psychic. I have the ability to control what a person is thinking. Don't belive me? Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think of a pink elephant flying. HAH! I bet you're thinking bout it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, fine. Maybe that doesn't prove that i'm able to control someones mind but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just had to make it clear that IM SMART. Im smart for the wrong stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If writers have writers block, bloggers have bloggers block, i know what i have. I definitely suffer from a case of person-suppose-to-take-exams block. What's a person that is suppose to sit for exams called again? Whatever it is, i have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for the randomness. I might also have ADD. And maybe OCD. But who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the "codes" im using on top is VERY easy to figure out. If you're smart enough, i'm sure you'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you know my name, if i saw you in &lt;s&gt;heaven&lt;/s&gt;purgatory? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last time, my sis use to think it's burger tree and i was like " i want to go to burger tree! then i can eat burger everyday!"...Hey, i was 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6719308132739473732?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6719308132739473732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6719308132739473732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6719308132739473732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6719308132739473732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-p-s-y-c-hed.html' title='im P-S-Y-C-Hed'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4253987715558934521</id><published>2008-04-19T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:56:29.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Bird</title><content type='html'>This might sound weird but i've thought out my whole death. So i shall announce to the world my..plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm dying -- hopefully i know when i'm about to die -- i want to have a memorial BEFORE i die &lt;s&gt;then everyone will be happy and i can die in peace&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i have decided i DO NOT want to be buried. I want to be cremated. Then someone has to take my ashes and scatter it at the awesomest places in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferably some at the Wembley Stadium. Teehee. Eventhough the old Wembley Stadium is already gone, but its still that land that Queen, Oasis, Guns n Roses and some other awesome people have stood on. Muahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i'd like everyone to dress Victorian syle to my funeral. Lol. -.- joke. Just wear whatever you want. And i want a band there. Play Free Bird!! pleaseee. And Oasis songs and Queen songs anddd whatever other inappropriate for a funeral song. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral, everyone can have a party at the house i'm gonna live in. &lt;s&gt;and everyone can start fighting for my stuff&lt;/s&gt; And....hmm, bring my ashes on a road trip first. Or just take me on a road trip to nowhere before i die. Gahh. I can't wait to die. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i can meet Freddie Mercury in heaven. Muahahahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i'm totally into rock music right now. Queen the best band to ever ever live. and Eric Clapton the awesomest musician to ever exist on the face of this earth. Oh oh! Then play, Tears in heaven! and Wonderful Tonight. And and Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, nobody's listening. Sorry for this fudging stupid post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4253987715558934521?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4253987715558934521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4253987715558934521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4253987715558934521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4253987715558934521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-bird.html' title='Free Bird'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-2312049789119283984</id><published>2008-04-05T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:37:20.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoookayy...</title><content type='html'>So many billion words in the English dictionary and sometimes, the only three words that can describe your feeling is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FU*K?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, what the fck is she talking about?! When the hell did she start liking these kind of things?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLL...I've been living with someone i totally don't know for my whole life. Sad case man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya, i know that change is inevitable but too much of a change can just make a person get a heart attack right? Sorry, i have no idea what i'm defecating about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day i told my mum to give me ALL of her clothes which is like -- ALOT. No kidding. So anyway, she was like super duper happy and said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? You like all my clothes is it? Wanna wear ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nola, all your clothes so expensive. If i sell it i'll be rich man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyo. I love my clothes alot wan you know. I'll give it to you if you wear it lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The day i'll wear your clothes is when a horse flies and hits an aeroplane that miraculously crashes at our front door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note that i just watched Lost and Dreamer that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, my mum looks great in her clothes. But i don't(not that i have tried wearing her clothes before. but. you know) I don't mind her giving me all her pants, shorts and polo shirts though. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Oasis and The Academy is.. and Travis and Switchfoot and Incubus all over again. Gahhhh! I need an iPod! *hint hint* my birthday is coming *hint hint* LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-2312049789119283984?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2312049789119283984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=2312049789119283984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2312049789119283984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/2312049789119283984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoookayy.html' title='hoookayy...'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-1223458079664227071</id><published>2008-04-03T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:23:30.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH yes!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah! I forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People PLEASE support Ana Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwFwktg0WKs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwFwktg0WKs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know everyone hates to watch videos. Cause i usually don't watch the videos on other peoples blog either (teehee) but JUST WATCH IT! THE SONG IS SO NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtIN9jsdqCM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtIN9jsdqCM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plsplspls just watch. it'll only take about 8 minutes of your life &lt;s&gt;that you can NEVER get back&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sings alot more other songs. So just go watch. I love her version of Goo Goo Dolls - Here Is Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBESUBSCRIBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORT ANA FREE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-1223458079664227071?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1223458079664227071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=1223458079664227071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1223458079664227071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/1223458079664227071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yes.html' title='OH yes!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-889473499815084742</id><published>2008-04-03T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:17:53.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Addicted to You</title><content type='html'>I'm a Movie/TV addict. Hehe. And i got nothing to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of the TV series i watch. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i said put-ted just now. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One Tree Hill (dohh!)&lt;br /&gt;2. The OC (double dohh)&lt;br /&gt;3. Grey's Anatom&lt;s&gt;an&lt;/s&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;4. Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;5. In Case of Emergency&lt;br /&gt;6. Veronica Mars&lt;br /&gt;7. That 70's Show&lt;br /&gt;8. CSI : EVERYTHING (but i don't like New York)&lt;br /&gt;9. Heroes&lt;br /&gt;10. Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;11. Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;12. House&lt;br /&gt;13. Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;14. Cold Case&lt;br /&gt;15. Numbers&lt;br /&gt;16. The L Word&lt;br /&gt;17. Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. LOL. I just realise there is too many to list down lah. so bother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me if i was on a deserted island, what 5 story book i will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i'll bring The Da Vinci Code. Can't get enough of cracking my brain together with Robert Langdon. Then i'll bring A Place Called Here. Quite suitable yeah if i was really stranded. Hmm, i'll also bring PS I Love You. Gotta love a romance(kind of) novel right. And also Love on The Lifts anddd....Summer In The City. Or maybe New Best Friend. OR Angels and Demons. orrrr The Five People You Meet in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's hope if i ever was on a deserted island, i've got MPH, KINOKUNIYA and POPULAR there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient,&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind,&lt;br /&gt;Love is slowly going out of your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with &lt;s&gt;the muttons&lt;/s&gt; James Marden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep now. Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;I know that you know that i know that you don't know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-889473499815084742?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/889473499815084742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=889473499815084742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/889473499815084742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/889473499815084742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-addicted-to-you.html' title='I&apos;m Addicted to You'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8977202902913786973</id><published>2008-04-02T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:29:16.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Fun and Laughter</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to post about but i got nothing to do and i probably won't be able to come online until.....Sunday. So longgg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post random pictures. Sorry i'm always doing random stuff and talking bout random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my dear beloved friends, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pirated Pingu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-- who i might add is so much more cuter than the original Pingu -- one of the seven dwarfs who just got a terrible sunburn which explains the skin peeling (i shall give him a name...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pirated Clifford the Big Red Dog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-- who i might add is also so much cuter than the real one -- and last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Captain Oats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (the OC anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_Obype3IOI/AAAAAAAAASg/1iUrTpOWly4/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_Obype3IOI/AAAAAAAAASg/1iUrTpOWly4/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184658890464633058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my second bunch of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_Obwpe3IKI/AAAAAAAAASA/-6e1aQMLTVs/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_Obwpe3IKI/AAAAAAAAASA/-6e1aQMLTVs/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184658856104894626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;awesome right? -.- (sorry i was bored) &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful sky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_ObyZe3INI/AAAAAAAAASY/3ZXLH17D6Yk/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_ObyZe3INI/AAAAAAAAASY/3ZXLH17D6Yk/s320/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184658886169665746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;for those of you who don't know, the middle house is the "haunted house"&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_Obx5e3IMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DbwdV0DMpeM/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_Obx5e3IMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DbwdV0DMpeM/s320/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184658877579731138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GREEN! It's from a movie. Everything Is Illuminated. Nice show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k whatever. I'm hungry. Which is totally not acceptable. Ahhhh! I'm eating so much! I'm gonna die a obese person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english is getting from Horrid to Horrendous &lt;s&gt;to Horton Hears Who&lt;/s&gt;. I'm starting to pronounce the -ed in words. Like i say burp-ped and quit-ted and cut-ted. Bother-ed lah-ed. Haha-ed. Lame lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye bye. Remember to brush your teeth. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8977202902913786973?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8977202902913786973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8977202902913786973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8977202902913786973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8977202902913786973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-fun-and-laughter.html' title='For Fun and Laughter'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_Obype3IOI/AAAAAAAAASg/1iUrTpOWly4/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8766198500171543695</id><published>2008-04-02T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:29:18.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>95,643,812 days to go</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not being able to upload the pictures. I have been sleeping alot lately. Muahahaha. Here's a post for....skies, books and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ala&lt;/em&gt;, lazy post so many pictures la. Got to go sleep soon so i shall just post about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Euro Fun Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; since all the desperate people want pictures so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, the pictures are horrible. You can't really see anyone's face. But anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine sunny day when Amanda Tan got the idea to go to the Euro Fun Park because she just loves Fun Parks. So, she started screaming. &lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K fine la. We slept, drank, ate, walked, prayed, screamed, jumped, heart beat-ed at 24,619,817,234mph, prayed some more, complained about mum saying funfairs are for small children, got scolded, felt guilty, asked question left unanswered -- why is the alphabet A, A and not B? why can't B be A and A be B then we'd be saying B, A, C, D, E... -- finally went, got taxi, moaned about money, talked about the sky, took pictures and we did lots more stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, oh-so-smart me decided to eat a donut before going on the rides. I couldn't take it after 4 rides. Wanted to puke and as you know &lt;strong&gt;i hate puking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, i salute you man. 6 rides and takde feeling langsung. Fuyoh. Anyway, the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OV_Je3IDI/AAAAAAAAARI/c61qHggLHQ8/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OV_Je3IDI/AAAAAAAAARI/c61qHggLHQ8/s320/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184652508143231026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;so nice right? looks like a bear trying to hug something. ahh, i love the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OV_pe3IEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/c1wkhhFy2Qs/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OV_pe3IEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/c1wkhhFy2Qs/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184652516733165634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oh-so-smart people. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OWAJe3IFI/AAAAAAAAARY/sdwooDE4EUc/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OWAJe3IFI/AAAAAAAAARY/sdwooDE4EUc/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184652525323100242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Gun. Im unseeable. Im beside Huiyin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OW8Ze3III/AAAAAAAAARw/px200kFmcu8/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OW8Ze3III/AAAAAAAAARw/px200kFmcu8/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653560410218626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be launched into a world where everything is possible. (including falling back down on the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OWAZe3IGI/AAAAAAAAARg/qH017nv43VY/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OWAZe3IGI/AAAAAAAAARg/qH017nv43VY/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184652529618067554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're already in a world of their own, flying! Dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OWApe3IHI/AAAAAAAAARo/gBbTyn8MLWk/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OWApe3IHI/AAAAAAAAARo/gBbTyn8MLWk/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184652533913034866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OW85e3IJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7JW_FCddtn0/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OW85e3IJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7JW_FCddtn0/s320/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653569000153234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even looking at them makes me dizzy.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Nicole, had to listen to Huiyin say "Jesus Loves Me" the whole time they were on the Vortex. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember kids, adults, and teenagers, Funfairs/Fun Parks are NOT only for children. It's for everyone and anyone who wants to risk getting their head smashed on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember kids, Jesus LOVES You!&lt;s&gt;and so do i&lt;/s&gt; Everytime you get on a ride, don't think about the screw unscrewing itself, strings breaking, metals bending and all that kind of stuff. Just think about flying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8766198500171543695?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8766198500171543695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8766198500171543695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8766198500171543695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8766198500171543695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/04/95643812-days-to-go.html' title='95,643,812 days to go'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R_OV_Je3IDI/AAAAAAAAARI/c61qHggLHQ8/s72-c/DSC00458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6164362403036983134</id><published>2008-03-30T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:36:20.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To go or not to go</title><content type='html'>Went to the freaking dentist just now. I HATE going to dentists. They remind me of some horror freakshow. I tightened my braces. I know it's suppose to be tight but it was sooo tight i was just waiting for my teeth to drop. &lt;em&gt;Praise the lord it &lt;strong&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird is going on in the house opposite my house. Maybe it's like some sort of Secret Society Meeting. Wouldn't that be so cool. Or maybe its a secret cult meeting or or maybe they're planning to assasinate Elton John. &lt;em&gt;I WANT IN!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next door house is still &lt;s&gt;haunted&lt;/s&gt;empty. And is still known as the 'Haunted House'. The other next door house is full of half-naked men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally repulsive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not like super fit with 6pecs or whatever shit, they're mostly fat old men. I mean like, God, put a shirt on or at least a towel. Gag gag gag. (cause someone bought the house and is undergoing renovations. The fat old men i assume are the workers or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, i just found out that someone is an idiotic asshat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the Euro Funfair! Nicole! Go le. pleasedontrainpleasedontrain. I'll bet we won't go. Haihh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a drum set. Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top. My mum don't want to buy cause she says she'll get headaches everyday. That's so not gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K maybe it'll happen once in a while la. Butttt...ahh, forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, darn. I just went out to see the opposite house. It's not some secret cult meeting lah. It a Persatuan i-have-no-idea-what. &lt;s&gt;Damn, now i don't get to assasinate Elton John.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;botherbotherbother. I dont wanna take the exam, but my mum ask me to try. I know i won't get it so why even bother right?? And anyway if i go to singapore, maybe i'll turn out to be like....Zhi Ying!(jokingjoking) aih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WHISTLE!! WHY CAN'T I WHISTLE?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6164362403036983134?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6164362403036983134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6164362403036983134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6164362403036983134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6164362403036983134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To go or not to go'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-348702512872846113</id><published>2008-03-23T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:28:05.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barney's a pervert</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The hamtaro song is in my head. Brings back memories of trainings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i should go to Kuala Lumpur's Hard Rock Cafe and ask the owner to pay for Ana's ticket, hotel and some drinks and she might be there soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i can't teleport or jump and i don't have a car. And actually, i'm praying she doesn't come cause i'm pretty sure i won't be able to go. Grrr. Maybe next time when i can drive or master the art of teleporting. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm still looking forward to the trip to the deserted island with Hiro Nakamura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criss Angel is one weirdass guy. I just saw someone walk through him(on tv la). That is so awesome man. Creepy, but awesome. &lt;em&gt;Holycrap&lt;/em&gt;! He's going to have a rollercoaster which has 25 people on it go through his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiggawhaat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the whole entire day watching tonnes of videos on YouTube. Can't live without it man. Love nigahiga's version of the stupid Soulja boy's song Yahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hey Asian Boy, can I) DayDeeDay&lt;br /&gt;(Yo Sean, I really like your) DayDeeDay&lt;br /&gt;(I made a fart) Daybededay Daybededay&lt;br /&gt;(Hey man, I was just wondering can I get your) DayDayDee.&lt;br /&gt;So Damn Stupid! (Day)&lt;br /&gt;So Damn Stupid! (Day)&lt;br /&gt;So Damn Stupid! (Day)&lt;br /&gt;So Damn Stupid! (DayDay)&lt;br /&gt;So Damn Stupid! (Day)&lt;br /&gt;So Damn Stupid! (Day)&lt;br /&gt;So Damn Stupid! (Day)&lt;br /&gt;So Damn Stupid! (DayDay)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of cranking dat, lets yank that cameltoe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Russell Peters. He's is one funny-ass man. Watch watch. Then i found livestreams. Cool man! But kevjumba didn't go on. Hmph. But that shimmycocopuffsss guy was on and he was pranking this drug dealer. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bother, i don't think anyone knows what i'm talking about so BOTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RyanHiga's words :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that song Say My Name by Destiny's Child. She wants us to say her name. First of all Destiny's Child, we don't even know your name. &lt;strong&gt;We know your mother's name -- Destiny.&lt;/strong&gt; Second of all, even if i know your name, don't be telling me what to do. We don't wanna say your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone get that joke?! ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mm-hmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing else to say except, LOL! babisyaitan! HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiggawhat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-348702512872846113?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/348702512872846113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=348702512872846113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/348702512872846113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/348702512872846113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/barneys-pervert.html' title='Barney&apos;s a pervert'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4991704745524786397</id><published>2008-03-22T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:46:36.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hating on mosquitoes</title><content type='html'>Still hate &lt;em&gt;Cicaks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hate Sejarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hate Mika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hate pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hate Sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more mosquitoes now than last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rains more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can eat meat again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Shutter already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently know more about the human organs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So technically, everything is NOT the same. Guess everything does change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where i'm going with this. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhh! I want to be rich -- i mean who doesn't but i want it for a very good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel and spend money like crazy! (not a very good reason, i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had a gazillion dollars, i would stop studying right now, pack my stuff, hop on a plane and just go where &lt;s&gt;destiny&lt;/s&gt;that plane takes me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a diving license (which apparently costs RM750 -- GILA AH! SO EXPENSIVE!). I want to go Sabah -- i've never been there before. I want to dive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have so much time on my hands that i can ground my own coffee beans. I want to visit a wax museum -- i do not want to be in any part of Trudy's House of Wax(House of Wax) I want my own wax sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, i don't want another me. One of me is unbearable enough. I want to be able to buy something without having to even look at the price (although even if i were rich, i would never do that. i'd still want to get the cheapest stuff) I want to buy any number of DVDs and books that i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to buy Ben&amp;Jerry's and not have to fret that a teeny-weeny pint of Ben&amp;Jerry's cost RM31.**(?). I want to be able to buy a REAL rubik's cube and not have to tell myself it's a waste of RM18.**(?) -- which really is but if i was rich RM18 would be peanuts to me, see my point?! -- i want to be able to buy a pro cam and not burn a hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I want to be able to refer to poor people as peasants.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to buy all the guitars i want. I want to be able to buy drums! I want to be able to buy all kinds of game consoles and not have to take a single look at the price. I want to eat Secret Recipe and not complain about the bloody high government and service tax (which is really alot). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to run through the halls of my high school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to scream at the top of my lungs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is more than money,&lt;br /&gt;Time was never money,&lt;br /&gt;Time was never cash,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Life is still more than girls&lt;/s&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Life is more than hundred dollar bills.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, but it does make life a teeny-weeny bit sweeter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh who am i kidding, money makes life a whole lot more sweeter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i'd wake up one day and suddenly become a gazillionaire like how Puan Naza said once we reach puberty we'll one day wake up and *poof* we have huge &lt;em&gt;erm&lt;/em&gt; nunga-nungas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiggawhat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She actully said that WON'T happen la(bad news for Kim. hehe. JOKING!) but i tokok tambah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't get the point of this post. Oh yes, i want to be rich. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for sounding like a brat. &lt;em&gt;jiggawhat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4991704745524786397?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4991704745524786397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4991704745524786397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4991704745524786397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4991704745524786397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-hating-on-mosquitoes.html' title='Still hating on mosquitoes'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4763855959095599189</id><published>2008-03-20T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:47:59.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High and Dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sorry, i'm too lazy to put links. Fine, i'll put it after i finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i was tagged. Hmmmmm. FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag at least 5 people to do the same, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your all-time inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;- inspiration to do....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;br /&gt;- nah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 buddies you would take with you? Why?&lt;br /&gt;-'my' laptop..k fine my bro's laptop. so i'll have someone to kick and shout at&lt;br /&gt;- my Hiro(my bear) so i'll have someone to talk to and to hug&lt;br /&gt;- my radio so i'll have someone to listen to. preferably(?) a radio that can always receive 98.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! sorry! it says buddies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hmm..my buddy, Rohayati so that i can talk to her and improve my Malay, have someone to help me cook delicious food, have someone to help me make sandwiches and have someone shorter to stand with just to make myself feel PROUD. btw, she's my maid. =)&lt;br /&gt;- my other buddy, Tyra Banks. She's so bloody famous once she doesn't turn up to host The Tyra Show, the whole world will start searching for her so eventually, i'll be found. teeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;- and of course my buddy, Hiro Nakamura so that he can teach me how to teleport and stop time and so that i can stare at him and keep saying 'he's so cuteee!' or my other buddy also can, the guy Davy whatshisname? The guy that can jump to the place he thinks about. Or my other buddy Voldemort also can la. He can teach me how to be the greatest witch on earth. ORRR my best buddy, Homer Simpson so that i can laugh at how stupid he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, hopefully i meet Captain Jack Sparrow then we can drink rum together although i don't think i'll like rum. I like rum chocolate though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm so lame. but if i seriously was on a deserted island, why on earth would i want my friends to be deserted along with me? stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;- North Pole! I want to visit Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- that i'm a gazillionaire. I PROMISE i'll donate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;- err i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;- right now? my takoyaki! THEY are stealing my takoyaki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- give my mum the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheh nola, i where got so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- buy everything i ever wanted. Fine not everything. Things that are useful and educational..like One Tree Hill DVD, The OC DVD, Gossip Girl DVD, Rachel Gibson's books and such. See what i mean! Educational. &lt;br /&gt;- go to Barcelona and Japan and Paris and err Spain.&lt;br /&gt;- give my mum the rest of the money....if there is any left. teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love / admire / like, would you confess to him / her?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on the movement of air, temperature, humidity, and light intesity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;- err who tagged me ah? i think it was kim and nicole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kim is bloody rich, bloody dirty(i don't know if that is good or bad..), and can write like nobody's business&lt;br /&gt;-Nicole is bloody smart, loves books, anddd ALWAYS HELPS ME WITH MY FOLIOS. THANK YOU SO SO MUCHHH!!!!!! you are the first name in my penghargaan. heeeheee. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say proud but everyone said that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;- Amanda Tan Sok Yin. see isn't this kind of questions easier????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;- i hate people who always help other people.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid question. of course i'll give typical answers like liars, backstabbers and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;- to be a gazillionaire. if that doesn't happen, i'm fine with rich tai-tai. JOKE! i wanna own a record label. teehee. i don't think that is an ambition. k fine! i...don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;- err, just send me an anonymous message. *gets message from an anonymous person..* hmm. someone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Family, friends and Skittles. Can't live without em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;- if i actually have money to buy stuff then ya, if not then....ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;- Geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;- the part where i can't whistle for nuts. Seriously. i can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;br /&gt;- that finding a husband is bloody hard. storybooks make it seem so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing to gotta do when you get a boyfriend is ask, &lt;br /&gt;are you colour blind?&lt;br /&gt;do you have cancer?&lt;br /&gt;do you have kidney disease?&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone in your family that has any disease of any sort?&lt;br /&gt;what is your blood type?&lt;br /&gt;do you have AIDS?&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! hard...if they have any of those, leave em. haha. JOKE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't know but i do believe in love at first hearing. for songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i have a problem with answering questions. I know i'm lame. Bear with me. Stupid questions, stupid answers. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY TAKOYAKI IS GONE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4763855959095599189?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4763855959095599189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4763855959095599189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4763855959095599189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4763855959095599189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/high-and-dry.html' title='High and Dry'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8186454412745233214</id><published>2008-03-18T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:17:32.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm losing blood</title><content type='html'>I'm being eaten alive by mosquitoes right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloody insects.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If i get dengi i'm gonna sue you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh! Itchhyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i know, well Mostly everything i know(gossips/'secrets'), i know not because i'm nosy. It's because my &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; are nosy. Hehh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That or some people are so excited to tell someone something for the sake of seeing the other person's reaction upon hearing the news and therefore telling the supposed 'secret'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must GE file be so incredibly HUGE?! It's kind of making my comp lag. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi everyone, my name is Amanda and i'm a video game addict. And a skittles addict. And a vitagen addict. And a One Tree Hill addict. And a movie addict. And a music addict. And worst of all, i'm a Caffeine addict.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Amanda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i'm not an addict. I can stop anytime &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahhahaahhahahhah i just killed a mosquito! One down, 612,948,153,289 more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8186454412745233214?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8186454412745233214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8186454412745233214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8186454412745233214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8186454412745233214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-losing-blood.html' title='I&apos;m losing blood'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-4637608485702644030</id><published>2008-03-16T13:22:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:29:24.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING : Not For The Faint Of Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my computer and i found lots of ridiculous funny photos so i decided to put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Starting it off is Madam Chi Boon See with her 'I'm so cool' pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9yvcL5TxgI/AAAAAAAAANE/P-r1iNG80hc/s1600-h/chi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178206570333586946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9yvcL5TxgI/AAAAAAAAANE/P-r1iNG80hc/s320/chi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea yea i know it's old but still, you don't see her doing this nowadays right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y2Ub5TxhI/AAAAAAAAANM/dM_awYEx-UI/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(26).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178214133770995218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y2Ub5TxhI/AAAAAAAAANM/dM_awYEx-UI/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(26).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet ya'll didn't know Elyssa has an unidentical twin huh. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y2Ur5TxiI/AAAAAAAAANU/fhzwtlQInBI/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178214138065962530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y2Ur5TxiI/AAAAAAAAANU/fhzwtlQInBI/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(27).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, maybe they are identical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi and Karishma can't seem to take a proper picture(just joking! seriously!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y2U75TxjI/AAAAAAAAANc/9Fky-7B9u78/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(97).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178214142360929842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y2U75TxjI/AAAAAAAAANc/9Fky-7B9u78/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(97).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y46b5TxkI/AAAAAAAAANk/CIbZLYqPlt4/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(29)kariii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178216985629279810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y46b5TxkI/AAAAAAAAANk/CIbZLYqPlt4/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(29)kariii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile a little, Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y4675TxmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rXX1G04MgP0/s1600-h/weirdo+kari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178216994219214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y4675TxmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rXX1G04MgP0/s320/weirdo+kari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y46r5TxlI/AAAAAAAAANs/XPtUEaDyKnk/s1600-h/weird+kari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178216989924247122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y46r5TxlI/AAAAAAAAANs/XPtUEaDyKnk/s320/weird+kari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almostt..Just a little bit more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y47L5TxnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OPop9m1cQvM/s1600-h/weirdoo+kari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178216998514181746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y47L5TxnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OPop9m1cQvM/s320/weirdoo+kari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKE! IM JOKING! KARISHMA AND NAOMI TAKES GREAT PHOTOS! THEY WERE JUST POSING IN THOSE PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y7ub5TxpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/a9ui_NGdnrk/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(44).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178220078005733010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y7ub5TxpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/a9ui_NGdnrk/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(44).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see! so cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with a million faces(i have no idea why i said that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y9zb5TxqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Z7fUfNb2kHw/s1600-h/zhi+ying+(bow).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178222362928334498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y9zb5TxqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Z7fUfNb2kHw/s320/zhi+ying+(bow).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y9zr5TxrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GxL1kOjSWV8/s1600-h/zhi+ying+(misai).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178222367223301810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y9zr5TxrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GxL1kOjSWV8/s320/zhi+ying+(misai).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y-kr5TxvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dedoKK7JGZQ/s1600-h/bathingape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178223209036891890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y-kr5TxvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dedoKK7JGZQ/s320/bathingape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh! sorry! wrong person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y9zr5TxsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nA97xU-8VDw/s1600-h/DSCN5734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178222367223301826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y9zr5TxsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nA97xU-8VDw/s320/DSCN5734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y90L5TxtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cj5E3Zx9ddU/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(82).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178222375813236434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y90L5TxtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cj5E3Zx9ddU/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(82).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y90r5TxuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YhLwR40239k/s1600-h/Tan+zhi+ying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178222384403171042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y90r5TxuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YhLwR40239k/s320/Tan+zhi+ying.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mm, Manda doesn't like something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y_aL5TxwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6GDPGB_OXbk/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(108).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178224128159893250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y_aL5TxwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6GDPGB_OXbk/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(108).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she's either gonna cry or start laughing at it like mad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zGAb5Tx1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/1zehZK9Ckms/s1600-h/xmas+party+2006mmanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178231382359656274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zGAb5Tx1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/1zehZK9Ckms/s320/xmas+party+2006mmanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, even the people with lots of &lt;em&gt;erm&lt;/em&gt; admirers also have funny pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zTyb5Tx_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UwImpGq5Fe4/s1600-h/Jo%27s+House+(15)jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zTyb5Tx_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UwImpGq5Fe4/s320/Jo%27s+House+(15)jo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178246535004276722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jolynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zBxr5TxyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TFhJPi8oz2w/s1600-h/langkawi_bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178226730910074658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zBxr5TxyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TFhJPi8oz2w/s320/langkawi_bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tham Ye-Lin(i can't find a funny pic of eva!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zBx75Tx0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/F-HZVDymYUU/s1600-h/fone+(20).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178226735205041986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zBx75Tx0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/F-HZVDymYUU/s320/fone+(20).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevell(so cute la! not funny also)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I found Eva!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zIHr5Tx2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/1HIFlbmsocc/s1600-h/eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178233705936963426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zIHr5Tx2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/1HIFlbmsocc/s320/eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heeeheee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i couldn't find a funny/at least half funny photo of Nicole, Joanne, Rachel Chong, Kimberly, Yen Huay, Hui Yi, Geraldine, Rachel Ang and Florence but....&lt;em&gt;tadaa&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zJ9b5Tx4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ja8o3qAgi8o/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(36)nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178235728866559874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zJ9b5Tx4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ja8o3qAgi8o/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(36)nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zJfb5Tx3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/4oc3JlomBzk/s1600-h/joanne.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178235213470484338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zJfb5Tx3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/4oc3JlomBzk/s320/joanne.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zLDb5Tx7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/LhUjqLR7dsg/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(127)rchong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178236931457402802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zLDb5Tx7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/LhUjqLR7dsg/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(127)rchong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zJ9r5Tx5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Rur6AwUthWg/s1600-h/%27sleeping+beauty+2%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178235733161527186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zJ9r5Tx5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Rur6AwUthWg/s320/%27sleeping+beauty+2%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zMdr5Tx8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/xGND1cLyyX4/s1600-h/langkawi_museumlkkijlk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178238481940596674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zMdr5Tx8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/xGND1cLyyX4/s320/langkawi_museumlkkijlk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zOB75Tx9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/a-VAWOlhNQk/s1600-h/xmas+party+2006+(29)huiyi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178240204222482386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zOB75Tx9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/a-VAWOlhNQk/s320/xmas+party+2006+(29)huiyi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zOvL5Tx-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hYrNVwlNxGU/s1600-h/school_class4rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178240981611562978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9zOvL5Tx-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hYrNVwlNxGU/s320/school_class4rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried but failed. I seriously can't find any at-least-a-lil-bit-funny picture of Florence and Geraldine. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get one soon. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this to heart yea. Everyone &lt;em&gt;err&lt;/em&gt; up there(?) is actually very very photogenic but i just have the power to get the &lt;s&gt;worst&lt;/s&gt;funny side of people. Heh. I'll post all the bee-youu-tee-full pictures of everyone one day. When i'm very free like today again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll leave with this..... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you have a faint heart, don't scroll down.......i'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y7uL5TxoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iyC1rx_87ik/s1600-h/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(142).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178220073710765698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9y7uL5TxoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iyC1rx_87ik/s320/Geraldine%27s+B%27day+(142).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I love Elyssa's photos &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-4637608485702644030?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4637608485702644030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=4637608485702644030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4637608485702644030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/4637608485702644030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-for.html' title='Time for....'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9yvcL5TxgI/AAAAAAAAANE/P-r1iNG80hc/s72-c/chi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-7312402708070307869</id><published>2008-03-12T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:18:47.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Florence! We'll Die!</title><content type='html'>I read Cell by Stephen King and now i'm suddenly in the 'world is ending' mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence! I haven't tell you my dream until now. It has something to do with zombies, you and me laughing our ass off in the middle of a road filled with zombies and you crying. and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there really was a 'Pulse' i'll probably be infected. Although not 100% cause i seldom call or get calls. But still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleaseplease make a movie out of Cell. Although it probably won't be nice but i just want to see how people visualize it and make it into reality. I just can't seem to imagine the 'phone-crazies' properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with playing softball? Bloody hell man. They'll start scolding me for shit reasons like it's the end of the world cause i want to go for softball. Why is it that my dad can play golf EVERY SINGLE DAY and i can't go for softball for just 3 DAYS? Damn unfair right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Strait! Muahahha. Finally saw 10,000BC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-7312402708070307869?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7312402708070307869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=7312402708070307869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7312402708070307869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/7312402708070307869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/florence-well-die.html' title='Florence! 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Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9VNz75TxfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nrKD_oeIRp8/s1600-h/chad_michael_murray_1200243217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176128901378983410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9VNz75TxfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nrKD_oeIRp8/s320/chad_michael_murray_1200243217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;ahh! James Lucas Scott is sooo cute!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear him talk and you'll start screaming. Arghhh! I love One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch watch watch one tree hill!! I'm watching so many shows right now i feel so confused. But Bother! watchwatchwatch till i fry my brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6616906186317377870?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6616906186317377870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6616906186317377870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6616906186317377870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6616906186317377870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/v-is-for-vitagen.html' title='V is for Vitagen'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/R9VNz75TxfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nrKD_oeIRp8/s72-c/chad_michael_murray_1200243217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8498424236073925844</id><published>2008-03-10T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:16:27.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then it was all downhill..</title><content type='html'>My plans all gone down the drain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanniee G-awww my dad is coming back today. So byebye KL. Unless he wants to go. muahahaha. But KL is in a chaotic state right now wor -- my mum said. &lt;s&gt;because *erBNhem* are sore losers.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G. my hair is so freaking short! I wanted to take picture of the amount of hair the woman cut&lt;s&gt;ted&lt;/s&gt; of but tak sempat. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIR FASTER GROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Up 2 was crap man. Only great dance was the last one. I want to watch The Mist and 10,000B.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Joanniee G-awww i just remembered bout the 413,424 folios we gotta do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda C, i saw the supposedly very pretty Hero. He is so NOT pretty. The only 'hero' i like is Hiro Nakamura from heroes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8498424236073925844?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8498424236073925844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8498424236073925844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8498424236073925844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8498424236073925844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-it-was-all-downhill.html' title='Then it was all downhill..'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-6474133753700788858</id><published>2008-03-10T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:29:19.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAS Selamat Datang!</title><content type='html'>Bother about the title. It's the stupid lame joke i've been hearing about that fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate puking.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having headaches.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having stomachaches.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having toothaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i had all of that yesterday. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry to the people i didn't reply. i was puking my guts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was puking my guts out yesterday although it's actually physically impossible to puke your guts out but it's just a figure of speech ya know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Puke Puke Puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bleagh&lt;/em&gt;. I can still taste it eventhough i brush my teeth 1324897 times already.&lt;em&gt; bleaghh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; taiwanese lady did everything she possibly can to &lt;s&gt;hurt me more&lt;/s&gt; help me but it didn't work. bloody hell man. she poked my finger! all my finger! TWICE! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry. i shall not curse you. i know you were just trying to help me. sorry and thank you! but you probably won't be reading this since you don't know my blog and you can't speak a word of english so i have no idea why i'm typing this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-6474133753700788858?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6474133753700788858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=6474133753700788858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6474133753700788858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/6474133753700788858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/mas-selamat-datang.html' title='MAS Selamat Datang!'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-884030040602372250</id><published>2008-03-06T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:40:45.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ptft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Whoever says that Chace Crawford looks like Zac Efron, is a Zac Efron wannabe or says anything at all that relates Chace Crawford to Zac Efron, i will gladly punch whoever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does NOT look like Zac Efron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is NOT a Zac Efron wannabe because :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's not SHORT like Zac Efron who is only like 5'1 -- he's probably taller but who cares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's does NOT look like a lesbian  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He does NOT prance around in some musical that has like 10 year old fans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't need a girlfriend to prove he's straight -- a girlfriend who poses nude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course because he doesn't look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No offence to Zac Efron fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthanksbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StevenStraitStevenStraitStevenStraitStevenStraitStevenStraitStevenStraitStevenStraitIncubusIncubusIncubusIncubusIncubusIncubusIncubusIncubusIncubusIncubusIncubusColbieCaillatColbieCaillatColbieCaillatColbieCaillatColbieCaillatColbieCaillatColbieCaillat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-884030040602372250?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/884030040602372250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=884030040602372250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/884030040602372250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/884030040602372250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/03/ptft.html' title='Ptft.'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-8356544420909829635</id><published>2008-02-23T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:36:41.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs and Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The title has absolutely nothing to do with this post. I'm just currently in love with the song. Teehee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys are coming to town! Or at least going to KL. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like them. I don't hate them, but i don't really like them either. Although i have no idea why everyone seems to absolutely hate boybands(like me..i'm such a hypocrite) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nola i don't hate boybands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;dislike&lt;/em&gt; boybands. Mostly Taiwanese/Korean/any non-english-speaking band and also some english speaking boybands. And girlbands(?) also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although...I use to like *ahembritneyahemspears*. USE TO. When i was like 7 i think. My brother use to torture me like hell cause of that. Or at least i think so. I have a horrible memory(which explains why i get Cs for History). Anyway, i don't like her anymore but i don't get why people are torturing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave britney alone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going through a really tough time right now. I'll bet that if her weird &lt;em&gt;erm&lt;/em&gt; actions are done by some normal human being, nobody will care AT ALL. But botherlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY oh WHY.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do chinese people have so many freaking names for all the uncles and aunties and their dad's cousins, dad's cousin's wife/husband, dad's mum's sister, dad's mum's cousin, dad's dad's brothers, dad's cousins' aunties, mum's brother's wife, mum's cousin's wife/husband, mum's cousin's aunties, mum's mum's sisters, mum's mum's brother. (i know -- i just want to make it seem more complicating.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just be a little bit like angmoh and just call everybody uncle and aunty?! Or at least uncle *uncle's name* and aunty *aunty's name*. At least that'll be easier to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a disgrace to Orang Cina. I know. &lt;em&gt;yada yada yada&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak mandarin for nuts. But at least be grateful i understand a little teensy-weensy bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than &lt;em&gt;erm&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehh that girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's her name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mei Li&lt;/strong&gt;. Right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all say what "One day ah, China will be a veli veli powderful country. Ahh, then ah you swerly leglet wan ah. Swer wan ah. You wait and see lah. Later evlybody will speak mandarin then you dono how to speak. aiyoyo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, well. We'll wait till that day comes. Pretty sure i'll manage. If not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joanne/Manda/&lt;s&gt;Zhiying&lt;/s&gt;/Chi/millionsofpeopleinschoolwhospeakmandarin, i need lessons! Not now though. Next time when China becomes powderful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my calculator. &lt;em&gt;Hmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-8356544420909829635?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8356544420909829635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=8356544420909829635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8356544420909829635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/8356544420909829635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/02/photographs-and-memories.html' title='Photographs and Memories'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990744928141817963.post-5903253622938294277</id><published>2008-02-07T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:35:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up at like 5 this morning. I slept at 11. I slept at 11! It's holiday, there's no school and i slept at 11! Something is seriously wrong with me. I didn't get to hear Muttons finish. Haihh. If only we can like record the radio or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had our family 'reunion' dinner. It wasn't really a reunion cause a few of my aunts and cousins and uncles aren't in JB so ya. But the food was great though. I ate lots and lots of salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my brother found a website where i can watch practically ANY movie i want. Great. Now i probably won't study for the stupid test on Wednesday but heck. I watched Juno!! Damn nice man. MUST watch although i don't think everyone will like it. Wait, i don't think any of my friends will like it. Hmm. Oh well. I loved it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grinning like a jackass just looking at all the freaking movies i can watch! Shitshitshit. I really REALLY think i won't be able to study for this test. Nono, i KNOW i won't be able to study. I've got like 4 more story books to read, and millions of movies to load and watch. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bytheway, sorry i'm just too lazy to put the the tagboard or whatever you call it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990744928141817963-5903253622938294277?l=melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5903253622938294277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990744928141817963&amp;postID=5903253622938294277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5903253622938294277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990744928141817963/posts/default/5903253622938294277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramaticpsychobeing.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-sick.html' title='I feel sick'/><author><name>Amanda Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695661940813011556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_husQ9WNy8/SZ19OmjIgGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/J6uJxdwK4xY/S220/je-lin+lahhasdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
