<?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-5036070305720961607</id><updated>2011-09-27T23:42:21.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Living &amp; Live Loving</title><subtitle type='html'>"Most of us are about as happy as we make our minds up to be."  
-Abraham Lincoln</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-8055230627874053001</id><published>2009-11-23T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:28:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She has left..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;World, Clarys has left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not left me. But the Online World. You see, she is obsessed with putting things into categories and there cannot be exceptions. It must also categorised perfectly. She has (I mean had), two email accounts; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;gmail&lt;/span&gt;. She wanted to categorise them into &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Unofficial &lt;/span&gt;and of course, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Official &lt;/span&gt;email accounts. So she decided to use live for Unofficial and gmail for Official. We all know that we log in into Facebook and other similar accounts with our emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official stuff    : Work, University and other important things.&lt;br /&gt;Unofficial stuff: Social activities, Facebook, weheartit, MSN, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that Blogger is under Google. Her gmail is supposed to be for Official stuff not blogging. Here is when she started calling me to ask for a solution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation is somewhat summarised as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Rys: Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Mel: Stop being so obsessed and let it go. Make an exception and put it under live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Rys: No! Blogger must be under gmail. It feels right because they are both by Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Mel: =.= Then put under gmail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Rys: Cannot! gmail is for official stuff. I cant be reading through important stuff then suddenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;find an email about the latest shopping offers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;  Mel:OMG... Anyway, I have a problem with Youtube too. Everytime I sign in gmail, my Youtube account which is under hotmail signs out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Rys: Wth. Why can't Google buy over MSN too so I don't need a live account. I can use 1 gmail for official and the other for unofficial. And I feel like I would need a Youtube account!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are now worse because now she had 2 things of the same conflict. Youtube and Blogger are for Unofficial stuff but they are under Google. Finally, she found a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Rys: I'm leaving the Online World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying to convince her that it is a crazy solution because then she would be living an isolated life (everything is online now!), she strongly affirmed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"No, I've left the online world!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While saying that, she was still on her MSN. LOL =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she really has left and will not be reading this unless it is printed out. Wth right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her wonderful friends, please try to get her back here so that our Online World would be less boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-8055230627874053001?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8055230627874053001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=8055230627874053001' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8055230627874053001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8055230627874053001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-has-left.html' title='She has left..'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-4391188560364064833</id><published>2009-10-24T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:46:17.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Exam is around the corner.. next week&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; that is. I know I'm supposed to be studying now but I'm just done for today. The weather's too good to be studying. It has been cold and the air is refreshing. My whole week has been crazy with exams tips and photocopying notes and past year papers. I'm under a lot of pressure to perform this time. Because I've got a lot to lose. If I don't achieve what I need to be able to be accepted into the University of Melbourne,I might pretty well be living in Caulfield, far away from Rys in Australia next year. Worse, I might be stuck in Malaysia and never experience studying overseas. I don't want those. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have to do well and I'm stressed out. I'm sorry Rys for being mean to you these few days. You don't deserve it. I hope that you forgive me and understand my situation. I don't want to be far from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However, it wasn't black skies all the time. On Thursday, something really brightened my week. My scheming Rys surprised me in University and brought lunch. Her scheme is a long and smart one and shall not be revealed here for the sake of all other boyfriends who may have scheming girlfriends as well. The point is, it was so wonderful for her to wake up early in the morning to prepare my lunch when otherwise she would've normally slept till the afternoon. That lazy thing. Thank you, Rys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I would wish all Monashians and exam people the best. I just can't wait for all of this to be over. Then, I would be able to spend time with the ones i love, particularly Rys and thank her for being so patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-4391188560364064833?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4391188560364064833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=4391188560364064833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/4391188560364064833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/4391188560364064833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-wait.html' title='Cant Wait'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-5488850430980327257</id><published>2009-07-14T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:22:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You might have gotten me wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I say things in a wrong way. Stringing my sentences with the wrong tone or words. Words that could be interpreted in other ways, altering my actual meaning. We had a big fight that day, one which would've been the last of us. So, this is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I have to make this clear, if not clearer. To whomever I have given the impression that my girlfriend is irrational, not understanding and anything else under the Sun along those lines, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;might have gotten me wrong!&lt;/span&gt;" Please, I'm sure I have complained a little about her sulking but she has her reasons and believe me, they make sense. Most of the time it's my fault. No one can truly comprehend the obscure mind of a woman. Really, I think it's much worse than Rocket Science. In Rocket Science, there are formulas. In a woman's mind, the formulas never work because they are constantly mutating along with her feelings! She can be annoying at times(often in a good way) but is one of the most forgiving and caring person you'd ever come across in your entire life. Thus, from now on, I'm choosing my words wisely because it matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, she is the only one who understands what I actually mean when I say those things in the wrong way. Thank God there won't be misunderstandings there. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The paragraph above may have contained some unwisely-chosen words. It's work in progress. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-5488850430980327257?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5488850430980327257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=5488850430980327257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/5488850430980327257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/5488850430980327257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-might-have-got-me-wrong.html' title='You might have gotten me wrong'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-448204709026454297</id><published>2009-05-02T17:36:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:32:38.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life@mymonash.subjects</title><content type='html'>Since my last update er... bout 2 months ago, you should assume that I've been through a lot of things. I've been caught up with assingments (4 in total), deadlines, late nights and other unpleasant stuff. I'm still getting used to uni life and the totally alien subjects to me. This transition period is taking its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts is self-explanatory and i finally know how to record the transactions, where to credit and where to debit. The textbook was a little confusing as it is illustrated things like a 4-year-old assuming I know the basics. Dr Ravi said it's very good but seriously, I needed more detailed explanations. Dr Ravi is my AFW1000 lecturer&amp;amp;tutor and he's funny. He keeps telling us to get something done and "move on with life". Talks to himself often and advises us to be accountants. Whenever he talks to himself he would do a pause-of-realisation that whatever he's saying has nothing to do with the syllabus, says nevermind and continues with the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management is texting. The 2nd assignment must be around 2250 words. It's not a lot, "just" 1250 words longer than the first... Dr Elaine's lectures are mostly about her experiences which are interesting nonetheless. Think I've learnt more about Japan and China than about the management theory itself. Tutor Dr Ho makes us think too much. It drains my braincells and makes me tired. And guess when are his tutorials? 1st class of the week first thing in the morning 9 am. He asks definitions, what-ifs, why this why that. argh.. It's really good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs stands out to me the most as it reminds me of science. Theories and applications. Graphs and analysis. It's really interesting, how the markets work and how society makes decisions. Free-rider problem lol. Lecturer and tutor Mr Wong looks like Eric Kartman from South Park but not vulgar. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Statistics! Dr Soo's very caring and knows her stuff. ANOVA, t-statistics, z-stats, Confidence Interval. etc. I cant imagine any other lecturer teaching stats. I mean, stats is stats.. someone's gotta teach it and i respect her though there may be some slight mispronunciations here and there. Her 'zero' is sometimes 'jiwo/jillo' wtv. sounds the same to me. yea anyway, she forces us to make mind maps which kills all of us. However, i personally think that it actually helped us understand better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg now. accounts assignment due thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-448204709026454297?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/448204709026454297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=448204709026454297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/448204709026454297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/448204709026454297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifemymonashsubjects.html' title='life@mymonash.subjects'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-7753584739862117547</id><published>2009-02-26T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:12:59.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Hols</title><content type='html'>Yes finally! Uni will be starting soon and I can't wait to get up and start working the nights off again. Well on a normal day I wouldn't be so enthusiastic about workloads but enough is enough. I've been really decomposing for the past 2 months and I feel the need to put my brain to use once again. It has been resting too long, almost fading away. Wth I'm going to be dumb if I don't start thinking at a higher level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha back to my "Draft of My Life", I've decided on Commerce. Maybe I wanted to be a doctor just cuz I was always a science student. Who knows, I may love this new thing more. I have to at least. My new passion will develop and I'll find a way to channel my previous one into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So orientation week has already begun and I've skipped today's session on "Study Skills". Wow, tell me what I've missed. Just yesterday, I met up with Arjun who was enrolled in the same course. Guess what he said to me. "&lt;em&gt;You've got a very strong Indian accent ah.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, an Indian telling me I have &lt;em&gt;the Indian&lt;/em&gt; accent. Must be some really strong accent I must say. It most probably has something to do with Saachi, after 7 years knowing the guy. Besides that, I've been hanging out with Thomas, a Malayali (counted as Indian lah) in Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that day I received a very nice gift from MPSJ. RM80 ticket for parking in front of some old man's house near TCSJ. Not even sure if anyone lives there. Now I have to starve to pay for that. Well I can't even think of not paying it and run away but I have to pass MPSJ everytime I go to Uni. So wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-7753584739862117547?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7753584739862117547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=7753584739862117547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/7753584739862117547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/7753584739862117547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-from-hols.html' title='Back From The Hols'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-725681432336402968</id><published>2009-01-19T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:52:10.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draft of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Commerce&lt;/span&gt;.. or&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Medicine&lt;/span&gt;.. what the f***. I am torn between these 2 completely opposite careers. One puts his life on hold to care for the lives of others while the other tears lives whenever he pleases to save himself. Well what kind of person am I? I have the grades, the passion, the vision and aspiration to do medicine but yet I want to get out of it. Why damn it, WHY? Shouldn't it be clear what I should be doing? It's not that simple really. So I'm glad i get the opportunity to chill at Pangkor later (its 1.42 am) to clear my head and think it through. Pros and cons. Wants and don't wants. Dreams to fulfill and desires to sacrifice. Which would really keep my going? At this moment, I think I know.. and you'll find out when I get back from Pangkor in 3 days(thats on wednesday), I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-725681432336402968?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/725681432336402968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=725681432336402968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/725681432336402968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/725681432336402968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/draft-of-my-life.html' title='Draft of my life'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-3280878102695652425</id><published>2009-01-13T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:10:48.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rulez... No.. not the ROCK ON! kind of rules. Not &lt;em&gt;GEMPAK!&lt;/em&gt; crap. But rules as in &lt;em&gt;peraturan-peraturan&lt;/em&gt;. Why do we live by rules? Guidelines? I seriously can't believe that i still have curfews. CURFEWS! I mean, what are my parents trying to raise? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;? wth. C'mon give my brother and I a break. We're almost 19! Oh yea IF you've noticed the WE, you see I have this fraternal twin brother so please do not come to me looking surprised saying, "But you two don't look alike!". Biology recap: Two eggs(woo, go mom!), two sperms(nice, dad!), same genetic composition but two different genetic expressions. Hence, we're not alike with different interests and dislikes. Just get over the stereotypes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, back to the point here people. As I was saying, almost 19. NINETEEN (English). &lt;em&gt;Sembilan belas&lt;/em&gt; (Bahasa Melayu or has it been changed again to Bahasa Malaysia?). &lt;em&gt;Sap kao&lt;/em&gt;(Cantonese). &lt;em&gt;Sher jiu&lt;/em&gt; (Mandarin). &lt;em&gt;Pate umbhode&lt;/em&gt; ( Tamil, according to Saachi's lessons). We're way passed the age of consent. We can drink, club, watch 18SX movies and sleep around already so give us some space! You've raised us well and thus shall be confident with the upbringing and let us roam this colourful earth which needs us both. OK. We know you worry and pray for our safety and what not. It's hard not to with all the unpleasant news flying in every morning about some innocent mamak-goer getting robbed and slashed. He just had a bad day that's all. Stop reading the papers then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright maybe I'm getting a little carried away but seriously, stop this madness. As our country runs on Democracy, I think my household runs on Communism. Curfews and propagandas(lectures). Whatever reason or promise we give for a way out, it's just not good enough. Anyway, thank God for caring parents people. Why am I contradicting myself? Haih.. I just have to live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx for listening/reading wtv..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-3280878102695652425?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3280878102695652425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=3280878102695652425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/3280878102695652425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/3280878102695652425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules.html' title='Rules'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-2786133189277648643</id><published>2008-12-12T13:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:18:49.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Operator</title><content type='html'>I know i've been tagged like a million times. But you see I HAVE A LIFE so i didn't really have the time to get them done. Sorry to all the previous tags. This shall be the 1st tag I do since Sonia's been tagging me so many times already. So i followed the following.. lol (followed following =.=):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Put your iTunes/any other players on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(i used my mp3 so my library was a little smaller)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;II. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;III. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;No shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. Tag 11 friends who might enjoy doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Laugh it up =p&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It Ends Tonight - All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're done for man. Of course it's not!&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Stuck in a Moment - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. I MAY be quite blur but it's not that bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Game of Love - Santana feat Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm.. Am I losing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Fade to Black - Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darn. I can't crack any racist jokes today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Underneath It All - No Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 8:32 You will know the truth, and the truth shall set you free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah baby.. ''Soar and Aim High''!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Europa - Santana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really? Wow, i feel like some destination now =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Gracekelly - Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old fashioned xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They keep saying ''Things now are different from last time you know''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's cuz those hippies were too stoned to start a war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The Look of Love - Diana Krall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.. Guess I'm too in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;More than Words - Extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes lah. An ambiguous answer. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a stupid question cuz who in the world would start composing songs of "4"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow.. it would certainly be a hit =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok.. here goes nothing. *click*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Clocks - Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL. He's always late!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Elevation - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn right! haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You life me up when im on the groud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fill me with joy even when you are sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You elevate me to the highest of confidence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Victory is Won - Santana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wooo. Mission accomplished. They're so proud of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Enter Sandman - Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not really romantic isn't it.. thx mp3 =.= feel like replacing you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Where is the Love - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aw.. You're all gonna miss me =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sing - Travis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How convenient. Enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Disease - Matchbox20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wtf.. i don't have any STDs if that's what you're thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Put Your Records On - Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring it on friends. Record our memories. forever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Layla - Eric Clapton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's right la. Don't want to have a mistress i never heard of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Somethin' Stupid - Robbie Williams &amp;amp; Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall of a flight of stairs of 3 steps? Choke on my favourite meal? Get my throat slit by a snapped guitar string? Drown in the shower?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wth.. Someone used to tell me she doesn't mind dying in a road kill by a Mercedes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Beautiful - Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't want to change a thing but for this tag's sake, maybe the way I asked her to be mine &gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Master of Puppets - Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea.. the music's hurting my fragile ears. Rock on Metallica! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Smooth Operator - Sade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I'd like to tag (In no order of preference ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Kok Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Clarys&lt;br /&gt;Sonia&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Saachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-2786133189277648643?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2786133189277648643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=2786133189277648643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/2786133189277648643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/2786133189277648643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/smooth-operator.html' title='Smooth Operator'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-928211599971204082</id><published>2008-12-07T22:35:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:59:26.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what if there are photos of every one but you in my posts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, they do matter to me but you are different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not posting a single photo of you doesn't mean i love you less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't mean you matter less or anything along those lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have to show you to the world and let them know what you are to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want blog readers to know who you are just in my posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want people that matter to me know who you are in all of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, now you know how much you mean to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277080702915131954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/STv08KxTOjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EnK-2AM9jdo/s400/n1167893821_30223045_5074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277089273170402258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/STv8vBdYm9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/FfmVstBcR1k/s400/2yQQpxCPZVUJypjs6BHYow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is to Us 301108&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277081598752243922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/STv1wUBgwNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vyPj_z0bsLc/s400/DSC04652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277080706206474338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/STv08XCBIGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZteXy1JP9Ys/s400/DSC04636.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-928211599971204082?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/928211599971204082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=928211599971204082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/928211599971204082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/928211599971204082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-just-you.html' title='It&apos;s just you'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/STv08KxTOjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EnK-2AM9jdo/s72-c/n1167893821_30223045_5074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-6572329166977739797</id><published>2008-12-07T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:35:23.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corroboree Pics</title><content type='html'>More like Corroboree Pic (singular). I actually went through a lot trying to post the pics. 1stly, i did not save the pics in their enlarged form and thus the uploaded photos would've been small and distorted. 2ndly, when i was resaving (if there's such a term, well there is now! muahahaha) the pics in their enlarged form, some of the pics would not even fully load and i couldn't save them. By the time i got to save all of them, it was too late 4 me to upload the pics as it would take up my dreaming time ( i wanted dream more of you =p wth). 3rdly, i had to go throught some personal stuff bout the pics. Shit happends buts it's ok =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventhough i have the patience to post the pics up now, i just think you'd probably seen all of them by now. Just visit my Facebook la for the pics. I really just wanted to post this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers to us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Coming soon on StarWorld*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277050560022129474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/STvZhnvlK0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/UAjlBNXrF9M/s400/s550271954_2069069_3475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zmei had to go home.. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; she's in our smiles =) ~well some of ours' lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-6572329166977739797?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6572329166977739797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=6572329166977739797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/6572329166977739797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/6572329166977739797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/corroboree-pics.html' title='Corroboree Pics'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/STvZhnvlK0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/UAjlBNXrF9M/s72-c/s550271954_2069069_3475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-8469786805831491563</id><published>2008-12-01T22:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:13:40.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAM Corroboree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Corroboree&lt;/span&gt; actually means a ceremonial meeting of Australian Aborigines where people from outside the committee are not permitted to participate or watch. I give credit to the lecturers for trying to preserve this tradition and not allowing students from other programs to buy tickets although this may not be the reason for such of an inconvenience for me. Yes i know some people managed to sneak other students in but being the somewhat noble person I am, i couldn't sneak anyone in not even my should-have-been date. &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm sorry life's unfair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was a very tiring day for me. I was on the phone since the night before till bout &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6 am&lt;/span&gt; in the morn. Slept for a few hours before getting ready for rehearsals at the &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Grand Ballroom of Sunway Lagoon Resort Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. Practised at ECA from &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1030&lt;/span&gt; till &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1230&lt;/span&gt; and rehearsed at the ballroom till &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;330.&lt;/span&gt; I had to go over all of my THREE performances. That's like 3&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; cycles of deja vu. Took a cab home and started to get dressed up as &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Saachi&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be at my door at bout &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;530-ish&lt;/span&gt;. So i managed to get ready in time and had a short nap or rather shutting of my eyes as Ellen put it before. When i thought i've waited long enough i decided to call the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Me: yo what time you coming ah. its like 6 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sach: yea i know la. but the girls are stil doin their hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Me: wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sach: yea since 2 you know. i pick u up in 5 mins la and we'll go Ethan's house and see how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt;'s house, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Susan &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lyndy&lt;/span&gt; rushed out of &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mrs Chua&lt;/span&gt;'s car and the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt; was so shy she tried to hide under the dashboard. Sach and I tried to have a peep which made &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ellen&lt;/span&gt; pester her mom violently to drive off. Well we were late anyway. haha. when we were all ready, after picking Ellen who had to leave poor &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ki Jun&lt;/span&gt; behind up, Sach just couldn stop annoying her about how early we were supposed to leave. You see, Ellen on the day before texted &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" We must leave early ah at 530. Dun be late!"&lt;/span&gt; or something along those lines. And who was the last to get ready?? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corroboree went well actually. Way better than my high school prom. WAY BETTER. the crowd was ALIVE and LOUD. At my HS prom, noises were only coming from my group of friends. What went wrong i do not know. The food was.. er can't comment on it as i didn't eat much. I spent most of the time on stage performing. 1st up was performing a remix of &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Romance d' Amour, Cymbaline and Drive&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Vasanth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt; who did a bit of awesome beatbox. 2nd was &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Salsa &lt;/span&gt;baby! and last up was &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Collide&lt;/span&gt; by Howie Day. They went well generally but the mics were a bit screwed up and Vasanth publicly announced his dislike for them. At the end of the day, I was exhausted. Took a few pics with my classmates, friends and random people who I've been seeing along the walkways. We all dispersed and most went to MOS but some of us had rooms for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-8469786805831491563?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8469786805831491563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=8469786805831491563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8469786805831491563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8469786805831491563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/sam-corroboree.html' title='SAM Corroboree'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-4439589826924863710</id><published>2008-11-29T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:57:09.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl (especially Ellen) i'm back! Yes lenlen i know it has been over 2 weeks. sorry lah. just have been busy going out and having fun after SAM. You know how it feels like. Well its kinda late now and ill try to post something up asap. ive got a lot of stories to tell. hahaaha. things are just goin well now and im happy =)&lt;br /&gt; ....nitez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-4439589826924863710?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4439589826924863710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=4439589826924863710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/4439589826924863710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/4439589826924863710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-8539580182264408212</id><published>2008-11-02T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:53:59.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brb..</title><content type='html'>Posts will be flying in in bout 2 weeks. Finals will start tmr and i somehow am more worried bout my haircut than the exams. Slap some sense into me pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I wish all my fellow SAMates, "All the Best ,yo!" and CAL ppl, "We'll finish exams first!" =p. Of course good luck for AS as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/5036070305720961607-8539580182264408212?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8539580182264408212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=8539580182264408212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8539580182264408212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8539580182264408212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/brb.html' title='Brb..'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-3584029269398548155</id><published>2008-10-11T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:50:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roach Attack</title><content type='html'>I was on the phone past midnight when I suddenly saw a COCKROACH in my room! Yes, in my room.. I swear it's the 1st time I've ever seen such a creature in my room. My room is extremely clean! It would not have survived in my room naturally. I despise its mere existence in my room and plotted to kill it. Well, I had to. Imagine it crawling over me or in my boxers during my sleep.. Or or kissing me without my consent. wth. Would've been ugly I tell you (I don't dare to imagine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to corner it and got ready to smash it with a roll of newspaper. couldn't spray it to death as I would die inhaling poison all night. Alright, it won't kill me but even you couldn't have slept with the smell channelling into your nostrils, could you? So, as Teddy Geiger sang it, ''I mustered every ounce of confidence I have'' to smash it to bits. However, deep inside me i was actually afraid of it fleeing towards my general direction and crawling over my feet. Darn geli! It's worse because they're fast and furious as well. Once, I tried to kill one and it ended up chasing me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the plot. I finally gave it a go after minutes of meditating and perfecting the smashing motion to smash it back to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THUD!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes lah.. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weapon hit everything but the roach. I obviously missed it as it read my move and quickly ran behind my bookshelf and it was over. There's nothing else to do now but lose. She laughed on the phone because the whole thing was supposedly funny. wth. Not so funny when it's in your room! oh wait.. nvm. Once she sprayed a roach and ended up laughing on the floor. Don't ask how. Complex mysteries. So i got my stuff ( blanket, HP and water) and went downstairs to sleep on the sofa. Got up the next morn only to find out that it was gone. see! I told you.. It could never have endured such cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay out roaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-3584029269398548155?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3584029269398548155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=3584029269398548155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/3584029269398548155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/3584029269398548155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/roach-attack.html' title='Roach Attack'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-8310554517625650299</id><published>2008-09-30T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:33:46.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This was strictly posted due to the current imbalance of oestrogen levels in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;eg. clarys' post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;TAKE THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251713861116198930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOHV7pHTgBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PXMwPbVcwvs/s400/VS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Roar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-8310554517625650299?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8310554517625650299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=8310554517625650299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8310554517625650299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8310554517625650299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOHV7pHTgBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PXMwPbVcwvs/s72-c/VS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-528374193493846714</id><published>2008-09-30T13:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:51:38.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>''Pick'' Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well i've just lost a part of me. to someone very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, she turned &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; and i gave it to her finally. she has been waiting all so patiently though. haha somehow she just wanted it. since the 1st time she saw it. she says its cuz its the same colour as her purse, gold. i reckon she just wants it cuz its mine =p well its not my &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;virginity&lt;/span&gt; and i should probably stop misleading you guys into thinking all sorts of things. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my golden ESP guitar pick. i played one last song for her before saying goodnight and happy birthday. well i kinda screwed up &lt;s&gt;a bit&lt;/s&gt; a lot. wrong chords, messed up lyrics, strummed wrongly cuz of the extremely thight room of the back seat which could induce claustrophobia. despite the atrocity, she said it was very nice and that's all that mattered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But hold your breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fall for You - Secondhand Serenade~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i may not be "&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A coffee junkie with a passion for writing&lt;/span&gt;".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but now u have &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pick&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;u have &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-528374193493846714?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/528374193493846714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=528374193493846714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/528374193493846714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/528374193493846714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/pick-me.html' title='&apos;&apos;Pick&apos;&apos; Me'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-5909007618210247954</id><published>2008-09-30T07:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:55:22.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess&lt;/em&gt; whose birthday it is? that's right! it's &lt;strong&gt;Clarys'&lt;/strong&gt;! We're gonna celebrate it together with &lt;strong&gt;Zean&lt;/strong&gt; who was born a virgin (and still is.. foreva will be? hope not cuz damn sad) on the 28th 17 years ago. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy bday u two!&lt;/span&gt; Rys is finally legal to do the things she normally does but Zean is still er.. illegal to do anything? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive learnt something in church last Sun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Confession&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;is good for the soul and bad for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the devil. So coming back to my title. i have a confession. i needed to use the car yesterday so badly i kinda lied to get it. apparently i can only drive around Taman Tun where i live but OU and The Curve are just a few corners away. It's just not right being barred from driving to happenning places less than 2 km out of my house. where would i be able to go then? the only reasonable place to go would be the park, where i would rather jog to. ok so. i noe my parents would definitely not let me drive to Curve as OU was already such a big deal. I was almost busted when they wanted to drop me since they'll be having dinner there which would also eliminate my chance of getting the car. their excuse: dont waste petrol by driving 2 cars there. Plausible. Well, i eventually got the car by whining (i had to) throughout my shower about needing the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;car&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;guitar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;. Good to go. picked her up, went to Curve and Marche when suddenly my dad called to check on me. Busted. there was &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;something in me that just could not lie anymore and my bubble popped. conviction has its grasp on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad: where are you in ou? Which part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me: I'm in restaurant de. er.. Marche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad: oh marche ah ok. eh isnt that in curve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me: yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;he went on the whole day advising me to drive carefully and worrying i might crash the car cuz that way WAS new to me. hahaha. DONT WORRY, DAD! im not sure which part of him wants to kill me and which still loves me. wth. mayb my parents are afraid of me being all too independant and flying away too soon with a car at my disposal. sort of. oh and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;another confesion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;: sorry mom bout the phone bill. we talked till 5 am the other day. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;to Sach/Macha/My Bro/Apples,&lt;br /&gt;Rys and I are really sorry for plotting against you. its really her fault. anyway we din steal ur shoes last night la. &lt;s&gt;We'll&lt;/s&gt; She'll be good from now on. U can always count on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Clarys&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; Clarys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i just could not have regreted more giving you access to my blog. but come to think of it. its not that bad. it showed me a side of you which was mad and subtle at the same time. and are the cats there to prove sumthg..? that somehow there's a cat in u that is trying to paw my blog to shreds? oh btw, ADD stands for Attention Deficit Disorder. see you tonight... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in a totally unrelated topic, take this chance to drop by Sonia's blog for a huge laugh at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://boredomstriked.blogspot.com/2008/09/talk-about-sounding-wrong.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://boredomstriked.blogspot.com/2008/09/talk-about-sounding-wrong.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-5909007618210247954?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5909007618210247954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=5909007618210247954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/5909007618210247954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/5909007618210247954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-4996931251158409794</id><published>2008-09-29T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:51:06.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear friends,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;before I begin abusing Melvin's blog, let me enlighten you on &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;. He wouldn't give me his real password, so I'm having my revenge. He doesn't trust me ! *cries* I would've given him mine !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OK LA WTF I'M LYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wouldn't give anyone my password, either. So, I'm just abusing his blog for fun. Also, he said (and I quote him exactly. I got message history!) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"u can do whatever u like"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I&lt;em&gt; like&lt;/em&gt; abusing his blog. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because I am annoying, I have decided to blog in &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I shall turn Melvin's blog PINK. Pink .. and .... cute .. and .. and .. and ... fluffy ! (wtf) I wish blogger would provide us with a wider range of pink. Nevermind. This pink will suffice. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maybe I'll turn his entire blog background pink as well...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In addition to turning his blog pink, I shall post cute photos to make his blog .. cute and .. girly ! Hah ! Cute photos such as ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366296866092402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCZ0vYpdXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OpAt8hmsyck/s400/kitty01.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Omg ! Damn funny ! Hahahahha !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And ... MORE CUTE PHOTOS !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366297138661618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCZ0wZoiPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ai4KXrxZUBg/s400/kitty02.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eeeeeeeeee !! Damn cb cute ! I have no idea what an A.D.D. is but it matters not !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366309799941490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCZ1fkUVXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bQo1WVawoiY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Awww .. so sweet !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366304362796258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCZ1LUAFOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zmFoMWGZ96U/s400/kitty05.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And and and ...&lt;em&gt; the cute kitty photo that owns all !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ta da !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366313338484242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCZ1sv-NhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VgC-GPtuh4s/s400/kitteh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cute hor ? No ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay. Now we shall move on to ... &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;feminine things&lt;/span&gt; like shoes, shoes and more SHOES ! First up, Nine West !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366991076397954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCadJhSE4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4Wk5c6pmB3c/s400/PG_NWDASOLINA_DKPURSU_PE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wah. Damn yeng shoes. I like. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366989161813602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCadCYz1mI/AAAAAAAAAFo/S5ZB114s378/s400/PG_NWDASOLINA_DGREESU_PE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is green or purple nicer ? I kinda favour the green more, but purple looks cool too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aaaand .. Guess !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251370855455338130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCd-FdBLpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TcEeWvFWkIw/s400/GWANTJE-REMPA-LF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366997413680594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCadhINVdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GL1ym3eVVDI/s400/GWKACHINA-MREDP-LF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lastly, my favourite of all ! Ever ! Stuart Weitzman !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251370243195635170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCdacm7heI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/r3UcppTtW5Q/s400/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Super yeng shoe !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251370245277368786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCdakXQQdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/orT06N9dN14/s400/DSC01831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The coolest shoe. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And and and .. my favourite of all my favourites wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta da !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251370249889600754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCda1i5VPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/d-gxHLTb0Oc/s400/DSC01830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is the sexiest shoe ever. Go away. Don't disagree with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahem. Enough about shoes. To piss Melvin off further, I shall post a HUGE logo of ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366994581072146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCadWk3KRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/743matIRtWs/s400/300px-Detroit_Pistons_logo_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DETROIT PISTONS !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *throws confetti* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unfortunately, we're both Arsenal fans, so I can't piss him off about football. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay la. That's all for today. I'm still contemplating whether or not to turn his blog background pink and fluffy. And perhaps, change his profile photo to something pink and cute. Hahahahahhaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Actually, we're going out tonight. So I hope he doesn't strangle me when he sees me. Remember ah, if I don't survive to make it to my own birthday party tomorrow .. You know who killed me. And why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh wait. I think I have two potential murderers tonight. Mel and Sach. Melvin because I vandalised his blog. Duh. Sach because we plan to steal his shoes tonight. wtf. Don't ask. It's just that it's my last day as a 17 year old and I feel like committing some sort of felony. Last night, I suggested stealing Saachi's shoes and Melvin agreed. We laughed about it until our stomach damn pain. Poor Apples. Got such terrible friends like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope Sach doesnt read this. He'll never forgive me. It's all Melvin's fault !! *points at Mel*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now that I have made his blog pink and cute and feminine.. I shall end it with ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*suspense*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you ready ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You sure ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*more suspense*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*die from suspense wtf*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta da !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251370252789677586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCdbAWU_hI/AAAAAAAAAGo/r__zE4X3btI/s400/garrettneff_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Half naked sexy guy !! HAHAHAHAHAHA ! I find it damn funny that Melvin's going to have a half naked sexy guy on his blog ! (Is anyone else laughing? I know. I have a warped sense of humour) HHAHAHAHAHA !! I actually wanted to put some Calvin Klein underwear model, but then .. not sexy la. So, I settled for CK perfume model ! Half naked sexy guy ! Phwoarr !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Phew. It was quite hard thinking of cute, pink, annoying things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Because I am a fruitcake.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(MMS wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-4996931251158409794?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4996931251158409794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=4996931251158409794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/4996931251158409794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/4996931251158409794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-friends.html' title='dear friends,'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SOCZ0vYpdXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OpAt8hmsyck/s72-c/kitty01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-2220653284980931149</id><published>2008-08-28T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:43:44.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study TTDIans, Study..</title><content type='html'>I could still remember the 'words of encouragement' frm Pn. Saleha of my high school. She was rather commanding us, her proud TTDIans, to get our priorities right. She echoed, "Study TTDIans, study!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;trials&lt;/span&gt; is just round the edge of my cliff, right? And when i finally get there it's gonna be a straight plunge to the bottom of mere knowledge. Everything i've ever studied and payed attention in class (even for those i didn't) for the whole year would be vomited on every inch of the exam sheets. i could see myself studying till my eyes bleed and mucus running down my nose and ears? wth. i would have to start drooling on every page of Bio &amp;amp; Chem&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;notes. The amount of reading that has to be done! i tell you, i could read the harry potter series &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt; and i don't even read regularly (i can barely finish a chapter a day)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 1 a.m now and i don't feel sleepy. it has to be the longed-for rest i had from 6 till 9 earlier. Don't blame me! The weather today, i mean yesterday, was just awesome. it still is. feels like &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;autumn in Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, if that's even possible. Who knows it might actually be due to global warming.. somehow. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, something &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sounded wrong&lt;/span&gt; in my convo i had with &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt; earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nic: i just wrote the tabs for the starting wanna see? very popular wan. wait i send u the tabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: wat program u used?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nic: guitar pro 5. not bad rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nic: can playback also. wanna hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nic: can get? not bad weih.. can add violin, guitar, bass and alot of stuff. saxophone aso can and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;all lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha nice. romance de amour. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;do sax i wanna hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im off to bed. stil thinking of those sweet, soft lips on my red cheek =)&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. keep it to yourselves =.=&lt;br /&gt;nights y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-2220653284980931149?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2220653284980931149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=2220653284980931149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/2220653284980931149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/2220653284980931149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/08/study-ttdians-study.html' title='Study TTDIans, Study..'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-3146102845341979887</id><published>2008-08-24T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:17:55.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's simply amazing</title><content type='html'>=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-3146102845341979887?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3146102845341979887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=3146102845341979887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/3146102845341979887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/3146102845341979887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-simply-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s simply amazing'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-7712232801667913719</id><published>2008-08-08T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:16:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I know I know.. It's been almost a month now since my last post. Too many things have been going on in my own world. Just don't get how you people find so much time to blog bout stuff. To make it up to you, I'm actually taking the liberty to fill you in eventhough im in the midst of exams. As usual, assignments and exams attacked me.. wth. Did really &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; for Bio CT3.. gotta work super hard to get that TER i need now. its not as if im not trying, but there were too many things in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, the college had a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Charity Carnival for the China and Myanmar victims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;. Apparently this event had a better turn out and more number of stalls compared to the previous years. Well, the Christian Fellowship stall sold Chicken Rice Balls and Konyaku jellies! I helped out a bit for bout an hour or so but gave up and went stolling around with Clarys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA we came across this stall which challenged only the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;masters of chopsticks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;We had to ''chopstick'' 6 plastic balls out from a basin of water within 30 seconds. Feeling i was Chinese enough, i took the challenge and amazed myself. i'd have probably finished it in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;15 seconds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;if i'd just shut up bout my chinese inheritance (yes i was talking at the same time.. wat to do.. too pro de xD). Anyway, it was Clarys' turn and well you might have already guessed it. Think she had &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;one more left&lt;/span&gt; to ''chopstick". it must have been cuz of all the clawing in the Haunted House that flawed her mastery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carnival was a complete success and all profit made are going to the victims. Saachi got dunked at his Dunking booth about a million times and just so you know Sach, Hani saw your wet look.. i begged her not to comment. Finally... my world came crashing to the depths of remorse and disgust. My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; shoe was tainted wit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;paint from Ying Xian's handprint banner! *dies* i had to endure 2 hours of intense scrubbing and cloroxing till my eyes burnt from the fumes and anger(jf i could only be outraged).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now as i need to study and prepare for more assignments.. SAM is really Student Abuse Motherland.. Dat's how i put it.. Will keep you updated (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-7712232801667913719?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7712232801667913719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=7712232801667913719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/7712232801667913719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/7712232801667913719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-452323450435905103</id><published>2008-07-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:08:04.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodBye Hani..</title><content type='html'>Remember my 'busmate', Hani.. Yeah, she'll be leaving us soon.. real soon. She received the MARA scholarship to do A-levels in Sepang. Now it is surely depressing, suppressing, oppressing and what not but we should be happy for her. I am. At least I know that her future and career as a dentist is already paved for her and all she has to do now is to skip the unpleasant stones along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say a little bit about Hani. I remember the first time we met.. on the bus. haha hence the name busmate. Being the gentleman I am(ahem), I remember offering her a seat one day. Those were the days when Clarys did not really think of saving a seat for me. So, I moved to sit inside and we sat together and did the human thing, talk. It wasn't long before we discovered we had the same ESL lecturer, the sporting Ms Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been more than half a year since we have known each other and we became much more than mere 'busmates'. We became friends, if you know what i mean. Haha i mean, we became friends that actually care, share, joke, and study (nerded for Mid Year) together and not just seeing each other on the bus while camwhoring the whole journey back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hani.. .. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE'RE GONNA MISS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-452323450435905103?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/452323450435905103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=452323450435905103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/452323450435905103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/452323450435905103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-hani.html' title='GoodBye Hani..'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-744886176760102327</id><published>2008-06-25T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:33:15.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SGJkBCEZArI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ydAeS5c_Buk/s1600-h/meyou.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215841287346389682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SGJkBCEZArI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ydAeS5c_Buk/s320/meyou.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hey i'm back ppl! Firstly i just wan to thank Hani for taking her time to talk so highly about me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i'm sorry that i could not continue my story about the Adventure '08 post. There are pics of us that might be too sexy for you to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i have to go off again as my eyes are using up all of my ATPs to be forced open. I shall leave you guys with some of the pics of my ESL presentation that was partially on Perception. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SGJkA2W1Y7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/1qC8m5F82xM/s1600-h/01AwcAX2LfKVoAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215841284202521522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SGJkA2W1Y7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/1qC8m5F82xM/s320/01AwcAX2LfKVoAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SGJkBCPLk4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vzi-uQn7NN4/s1600-h/p3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215841287391646594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SGJkBCPLk4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vzi-uQn7NN4/s320/p3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SGJkBVS7A-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/XZiwJV3yGlw/s1600-h/p2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215841292507612130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SGJkBVS7A-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/XZiwJV3yGlw/s320/p2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-744886176760102327?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/744886176760102327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=744886176760102327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/744886176760102327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/744886176760102327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SGJkBCEZArI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ydAeS5c_Buk/s72-c/meyou.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-176309451894089847</id><published>2008-06-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:35:59.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hani.Bunny.Tummy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello!!!! hehehe...XD Hani here! not Mellon but Hani! hehe..I've been complaining bout how dead Melvins blog is..so i decided to blog for him! muahahhaa.. see la Mel.. kesian your blog.. dibiarkan just like that.. Your blog requires love and care too you know?? Even the stonned ponnies look bored la k! hahahaha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213984667212115394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvLbhGC7cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ftduoGP0S9A/s320/P1010629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before i start telling my grandma stories bout Melvin, let me just say I'm one of Melvins bus mates! hehe XD I think this post will be good for all you Melvin fans, espcially his female fans as I'll tell you bout Melvin.. up close and personal.. so close.. that u can even see his shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvLb-hbCCI/AAAAAAAAADE/-szATr73gDA/s1600-h/P1010622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213984675111569442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvLb-hbCCI/AAAAAAAAADE/-szATr73gDA/s320/P1010622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The overly white nike shoes belongs to Mel :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll bring you so closeeeeeee that u can see his fingers!! *gasps* XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvLcFa6rnI/AAAAAAAAADM/EzijNZuu2zE/s1600-h/P1010624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213984676963331698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvLcFa6rnI/AAAAAAAAADM/EzijNZuu2zE/s320/P1010624.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you guess which is his??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melvin Yeow.. the first time i met him.. he looked so like baik you know! macho and all! hhahahah.. sadly..it was all a lie!! hahaha..a LIE i tell you.. look at his face!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213982477647113890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvJcEVEbqI/AAAAAAAAACk/t_0IKDaXioI/s320/P1000678.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; be deceived by that innocent look!! he is so not innocent k.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213986134132452850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvMw5zG7fI/AAAAAAAAADU/4-nb_JK978s/s320/P1010626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Evidence 1 : That is Melvin's finger!! hahaha.. Melvin.. tsk tsk.. *shakes head* :P Everyone so baik give knuckle.. you just had to stick your finger out la XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Melvin is also extremely perasan!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Evidence 1 :If u play cards with him, and he wins he'll say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"cehh..what a boring game.." -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence 2 : if he doesn't like the card you put down, he'll say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ehhh!!! dunno how to count ah???"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213982478049410930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvJcF0-_3I/AAAAAAAAACc/oDW9KNu3XNM/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is him..very into his cards XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evidence 3 :Another incident happened a few days back..proving that he is indeed perasan.. we were talking bout mirrors and stuff..then he said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh..im also scared to look at the mirror..im scared i might get attracted to myself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rrrrrrightttt la mellon! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Melvin loves to camwhore&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvIyH7f-GI/AAAAAAAAABs/UvsUGCYMtLE/s1600-h/P1000745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213981757059102818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvIyH7f-GI/AAAAAAAAABs/UvsUGCYMtLE/s320/P1000745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No people..he is NOT camera shy ok!! He is a camwhore! he's worse than chicks!! hahaha.. he's like ever ready to pose i tell you! Di mana ada Kamera, Di situ ada Melvin XD hehehe.. he's like ok 1..2...3... *pose*... 1 2 3! *pose* hahahaha XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213982472738017474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvJbyCpkMI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q8hLmlmK7m8/s320/DSC00006...jpg" border="0" /&gt; If you think im a camwhore...think again mannn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213986136098410034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvMxBH1DjI/AAAAAAAAADc/izS3m4psue4/s320/P1010631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHHA XD believe me now??? This is his cool look laa.. no im not saying he is cool :P he thinks he is cool! :P he actually said this before taking the picture :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eh..faster take my picture..i feel cool now"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hahahhahahahahhaah......Melvin, you make me laugh XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think his love for the camera definitely paid off.. his really stiff movement was definitely recognised as he was not only in the running to become, but is the champion of ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvIyWDWkqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hEv6-YNGqrw/s1600-h/P1000808_copy_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213981760850137762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvIyWDWkqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hEv6-YNGqrw/s320/P1000808_copy_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahhah!!! as u can see in the background...Clarys was also laughing! XD but not bad la..Maybe you know some shop might hire you.. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on...Melvin also stalks me!!! hahahahha XD as you can see in the picture below.. he has that naughty look while I on the other hand look so super duper extremely innocent and scared XD hahahahha..Mel..try not to follow me around k next week?? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvIyuMn74I/AAAAAAAAAB8/pleanMo6CZo/s1600-h/P1010635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213981767331475330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvIyuMn74I/AAAAAAAAAB8/pleanMo6CZo/s320/P1010635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ellen thinks this pic looks as though Melvin was changing and i was peeping so he covered himself with the curtain -.- hehehe..nahh..i go with the he's stalking me theory XD hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvIy4KKyjI/AAAAAAAAACE/f5lMeSoSLa0/s1600-h/P1010630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213981770005531186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvIy4KKyjI/AAAAAAAAACE/f5lMeSoSLa0/s320/P1010630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lol.. Melvin is actually pretty cool la! hehe..you know why?? coz he's a february baby!! XD (like me) .Melvin is also a really nice fellar and quite funny also :) He is smart man! he whoooped my ass in bio.. thats terrible man ..terrible XD.. hehehe.. he is also considerate towards others la.. every time he eats something.. before offering me he'll go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eh..halal ah??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So to end my grandma story .. i have come to a conclusion that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213982476603886754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvJcAcWDKI/AAAAAAAAACs/szKLFB2bNtY/s320/P1000673.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvIyuMn74I/AAAAAAAAAB8/pleanMo6CZo/s1600-h/P1010635.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hani is chunted man....chunted.. HAHAH XD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okla .. im not that mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melvin rocks! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bye!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-176309451894089847?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/176309451894089847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=176309451894089847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/176309451894089847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/176309451894089847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/hanibunnytummy.html' title='Hani.Bunny.Tummy.'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SFvLbhGC7cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ftduoGP0S9A/s72-c/P1010629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-8924670320199006863</id><published>2008-06-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:23:19.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, 3rd June&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I was still on hols but i planned to wake up at 630 to go to college. I had a long day ahead of me and it turned out even longer than i could have ever expected. I accidentally woke up at 530 and only realised the time after i had brushed my teeth(nice..). Alright, here were the plans:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-practice worship songs for CF (10:00 am)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-have breakfast with Clarys and the rest of the busmates (11:oo am)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-spend time with Khye Theng as she will be leaving college for a better one! (12:00 pm)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-go out with classmates to RedBox in Pyramid (1.00 pm)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-BBQ at Kai Xin's house (6:00 pm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, things always never go the way it is planned. Everything went well except the BBQ. We started late.. around 8 and took 20 mins to start the fire. While waiting for Thomas,Kai Xin, Kah Shin and Ser Lyn ( we we're late cuz they couldn't get the BBQ set earlier), Vasanth drove Shine and I around the neighbourhood to look at the beautiful houses, including Shine's house. It is MASSIVE! His bedroom is probably bigger than my hall. Ok maybe that's a little too big but it's still big! Anyway, Vasanth was kind enough to let me drive around with his car for practice(cuz i failed my road test 14/20 wth) and perhaps stupidly brave to let Shine drive cuz Shine is just Shine and he hasn't driven before..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, BBQ was good and we managed to avoid eating uncooked meat. All thanks to me for controlling the fire and teaching them the way to BBQ through my experience. We had to sit near the fire and hold our skewers as the grill was rated "hazardous" by Kah Shin and I. However, Vasanth being the rocker he is didn't give a damn bout the grill and even forced us to leave our meat on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEaOcsmHhfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mqRcndCPZZI/s1600-h/P1000681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208006642759075314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEaOcsmHhfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mqRcndCPZZI/s320/P1000681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our BBQ set which was actually Adeline Chan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEaULLHiYXI/AAAAAAAAABE/gNDY4ATjnfA/s1600-h/P1000694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208012938784432498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEaULLHiYXI/AAAAAAAAABE/gNDY4ATjnfA/s320/P1000694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Thomas - Ser Lyn - Shine - Kai Xin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the BBQ, we rented a Korean horror movie called "Someone's Behind You". It had some retarted storyline and we had to watch the 1st 5 mins again to figure it out. No doubt it got my heart to stop beating for a moment though it wasn't as scary as The Ring. When the movie had ended, Shine started to play with the electrical racquet and zapped any damn thing that came his AND our way. We realised he went back to his roots and became a Sabahan jacun again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that, (as Shine was still zapping away) we just chilled and talked when suddenly Vasanth suggested to go to Genting Highlands. It was 12 plus in the morn.. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEaU-Lv1EcI/AAAAAAAAABM/bbik5ETiuls/s1600-h/P1000695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208013815126757826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEaU-Lv1EcI/AAAAAAAAABM/bbik5ETiuls/s320/P1000695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us before the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Vas is already scared)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-8924670320199006863?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8924670320199006863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=8924670320199006863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8924670320199006863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/8924670320199006863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/adventure-08.html' title='Adventure &apos;08'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEaOcsmHhfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mqRcndCPZZI/s72-c/P1000681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-2467814187795297697</id><published>2008-05-31T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:22:05.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sticky' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it's a Saturday right, and it's like a sane thing to play basketball with the guys at BU3. Was rusty early on but later when we got serious with some ex-BU11 school players, I was ON. I may not be bragging but I think I scored most of the points and we won in the end with a finishing touch from Justin. Then, we ate at the mamak while watching the Boston Celtics win Detroit on ESPN to proceed to the Conference Finals(The Basketball Finals for those who don't know shit about NBA). It was a great game and pretty close too. By the way, the Detroit Pistons was always the champions of the Eastern Conference until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway, I got back and went online. Of course, I did all the things I should do after coming back from basketball like take a shower, look for things in the refrigerator, 'use' the toilet and what not. While chatting with Vasanth, we randomly suggested to go out to The Curve at 2:30 even though it was already 1:something. So he called up some more people but failed to get the girls. In the end, it was only 4 of us guys.. going out together.. watching a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEFg4_Ok47I/AAAAAAAAAAw/mstajJ-KmeM/s1600-h/P1000545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206549176378516402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEFg4_Ok47I/AAAAAAAAAAw/mstajJ-KmeM/s320/P1000545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thomas, Shine, Me and Vasanth (Pic taken in Melaka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vasanth and I went there early and got tickets for Superhero Movie instead of our initial Ironman. Yes, we have not watched Ironman yet but Superhero Movie just got to us 'cuz we really wanted to laugh our heads off. The movie was purely stupidity and managed to leave me breathless from laughing. I won't say it's a waste of money but we need to have fun once in a while right&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, while waiting for the 5:50 movie, we went for karaoke to kill time and so that Vasanth could practice for his SAM Idol contest. At first it was only Vasanth and I as we went earlier but Thomas and Shine soon joined in the fun. We sang all kinds of songs, including a Malay song, whatever it's called. Our last song was literary the bomb! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In The End-Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;. To round it up, we went mad during the chorus and other shouting parts. We really had some sort of a mosh pit in that small 5X5ft room. We threw our stools around and punched at each other. Rockers wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all in all. I had a 'sticky' day if you know what I mean. Hung out with only guys the whole day. This was one of thoses 'batang' moments and I'm not really proud of it but we had a blast. If there were girls involved, we wouldn't be able to loose ourselves. In fact, I don't think that the girls would even make it to The Curve (It was a last minute plan and there's only bout 1 insufficient hour to get ready)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-2467814187795297697?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2467814187795297697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=2467814187795297697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/2467814187795297697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/2467814187795297697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/sticky-day.html' title='&apos;Sticky&apos; Day'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEFg4_Ok47I/AAAAAAAAAAw/mstajJ-KmeM/s72-c/P1000545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-6883693279404726070</id><published>2008-05-30T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:36:21.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Bottle of Whiskey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hey all! This shall be my first post and hopefully not the last.. like what's going on on Saachi's blog. Well I just got back from Melaka with my classmates ofr 3 days and 2 nights and it was memorable. We rented a villa with 4 rooms to house all 17 of us. I had a chance to drink whiskey on the 2nd night.. Vasanth managed to sneak in a bottle of Black Label into the room. Five of us (Thomas, Vasanth, Shine, Philip and ME!) played this drinking game that was totally new to me. Well actually any drinkning game would be totally new to me. Each would have a turn to finish a line and here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1 frog&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEApfFRgBUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bXJko37MxDo/s1600-h/P1000650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206206783208555842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" height="328" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEApfFRgBUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bXJko37MxDo/s400/P1000650.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell into the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 frogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell into the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell into the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So as you can see, the one who wrecks first would wreck all the way. Shine, being himself, made mistakes on purpose so he could have more than what he paid for (the bottle cost RM149 and we paid Rm30 each) even though he was new to drinking just like me. Ms Rachel, my English lecturer who came along, did not really know about our little drinking party until I went out to the hall to grab a chair. After a few exchanges of words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Rachel: You all drinking is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Haha. Yea finishing the coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Rachel: Then why is your face red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into the mirror and it was then that i realised that my face was completely RED. You know the make up those Chinese Opera singers have on? Yea, I was like that. It's extremely embarassing to upload the pic of me with 'make up' on so I guess I'll just leave it to your imagination, which may or may not be worse. Anyway she was all cool about it and even joined us to play Mafia. Before this, we decided that we would never finish the bottle if we continue with the drinking game so we screwed it and just drank freely. Altogether I had about 4 shots and i think Shine drank about 6. He ended up throwing out.. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I did not get high enough to not know what's going on around me, thought everything around me seems to be moving slightly. All I can say is that it was a cool night for me because it was something new, with new found friends, a new taste of life, My First Bottle of Whiskey.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-6883693279404726070?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6883693279404726070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=6883693279404726070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/6883693279404726070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/6883693279404726070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-1st-bottle-of-whiskey.html' title='My 1st Bottle of Whiskey'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SEApfFRgBUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bXJko37MxDo/s72-c/P1000650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036070305720961607.post-5842680911529564372</id><published>2008-05-30T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:18:20.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoned Ponies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205851341641879746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SD7mNqQOEMI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/szP7AAl_KHs/s320/P1000569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took this picture in my Melaka trip of just two ponies of about 20 and would you look at them. They're stoned! I can't believe that they all face d same sides and lay motionless. It's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they're just messing around with us humans and laughing at the way WE stone.. But i tell you, these ponies are good at stoning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036070305720961607-5842680911529564372?l=hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5842680911529564372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036070305720961607&amp;postID=5842680911529564372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/5842680911529564372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036070305720961607/posts/default/5842680911529564372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereishowitgoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/stoned-ponies.html' title='Stoned Ponies'/><author><name>Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03273328070564918031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lu0lmr8zgqk/SD7mNqQOEMI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/szP7AAl_KHs/s72-c/P1000569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
