<?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-2106643120588736984</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:50:03.608Z</updated><title type='text'>MeLiSScoRcpiO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-8433222969890242243</id><published>2011-09-15T11:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:57:27.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda bear goes home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOFqYEJbylc/TnHZz_ekLmI/AAAAAAAAATA/r5GCZ-Ew764/s1600/panda%2Bbear.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOFqYEJbylc/TnHZz_ekLmI/AAAAAAAAATA/r5GCZ-Ew764/s400/panda%2Bbear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652538494562872930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After staying in the UK for 5 long years, its time to pack everything and go home! I will miss Panda bear alot so it MUST come with me. Sad times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-8433222969890242243?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/8433222969890242243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2011/09/panda-bear-goes-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8433222969890242243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8433222969890242243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2011/09/panda-bear-goes-home.html' title='Panda bear goes home!!'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/-bOFqYEJbylc/TnHZz_ekLmI/AAAAAAAAATA/r5GCZ-Ew764/s72-c/panda%2Bbear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-2697042936686887509</id><published>2011-04-09T16:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T16:22:01.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdependent</title><content type='html'>A little frustrated? I am very frustrated. The word totally caught my attention! N I guess its obsolutely right. What do u call a situation where you are interested but then you don't really care? Does that even make sense? It feels worse when you are interested but you think its a better idea not to care. Apart from overdependent, I see Overreacting, Over-do, Over-etc... I am also sick of trying and pretending it is ok. It is not and I don't care anymore to make it right. Do whatever you like, that is what you have been doing anyway. It takes two hands to make a clap. Sick of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-2697042936686887509?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/2697042936686887509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2011/04/overdependent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2697042936686887509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2697042936686887509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2011/04/overdependent.html' title='Overdependent'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-7496782499483893049</id><published>2011-04-06T22:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:00:21.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>I think I need to realize that I am not getting it, and will not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I'm being too demanding or too crazy. But I guess any relationship should be based on respect and reciprocity. Yes reciprocity. It is game theory once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really upset that I did not find the card in my drawer. I did not think you distrusted me that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-7496782499483893049?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7496782499483893049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2011/04/realize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7496782499483893049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7496782499483893049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2011/04/realize.html' title='Realize'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-1240521201814090641</id><published>2011-04-02T16:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:33:10.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1YYsxG2tbU/TZdBRtglFiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_rp-q9P7EYo/s1600/IMG_2341.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1YYsxG2tbU/TZdBRtglFiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_rp-q9P7EYo/s400/IMG_2341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591009234933585442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Panda Bear, My Meerkat, and your Tree Frog.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Dinosour!!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-1240521201814090641?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/1240521201814090641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2011/04/panda-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1240521201814090641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1240521201814090641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2011/04/panda-bear.html' title='Panda Bear'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/-V1YYsxG2tbU/TZdBRtglFiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_rp-q9P7EYo/s72-c/IMG_2341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-3878552675484561636</id><published>2010-12-01T21:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:28:52.024Z</updated><title type='text'>I Don't want to</title><content type='html'>I don't want to break down and cry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might want it if it helps to sleep. It's so pathetic. I don't dare to go to sleep coz I'm so afraid of insomnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is a mess, everything is, especially myself. And I hate the fact that I am enjoying my own misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It used to be so easy, I just drop dead and sleep my misery away. And when this trick is taken away from me, everything crumple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I built a biological clock in me, WHY!? I get up at 7:30 everyday regardless of what time I go to sleep. Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kill me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-3878552675484561636?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/3878552675484561636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/3878552675484561636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/3878552675484561636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-want-to.html' title='I Don&apos;t want to'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-5934322171623654971</id><published>2010-11-30T18:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:26:17.668Z</updated><title type='text'>Two Months</title><content type='html'>Its been two months since I got here! weee..... Oxford has been awesome thus far, but personally I find it kinda extreme to my liking. My experience range from euphoria to absolute shitty-ness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe two months is the length of a term, Michaelmas Term. I wanna try and make Hilary Term more interesting, more productive and more of everything but drama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the pub hopping, I like watching Harry Potter in Oxford (it was cool), I like my new found love - Rugby, I like the fact that I tried Spanish Language and decided the food is too yucky for me to live in Spain at all, and maybe I like the feeling of getting stuck in the library until it closes, so that I can excuse myself to a pub on weekdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm amazed how I survived well in the past two months with very little sleep. Efficiency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm talking crap. Coz I'm not typing what I really wanna type. I wanna release it and shout it out loud, but I'm sure I will regret, so NOPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dadadaddadad..... oh, I am really hungry, sleepy and need to get a group project done at this moment. Food, Sleep or Work. I chose to procrastinate and work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of Love to myself, I need it. Week 8, please go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-5934322171623654971?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5934322171623654971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/11/two-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5934322171623654971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5934322171623654971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/11/two-months.html' title='Two Months'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-6102001608152175203</id><published>2010-09-20T12:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:01:51.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered</title><content type='html'>You have no idea what is behind the other side of the phone. I might have sound calm, emotionless.. But what meets the eye may not be the truth, what more when you try to judge through just the tone of another's voice? I'm shattered, into a million pieces the moment you said this would be our last conversation. I saw this coming, just did not have the courage to admit that it would be so soon. I'm blinded, by your love, by the soft touch of yours, your tender kisses and the thought of having your arms around me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The times we spent together, I fell so intensely in love with you, and now you are taking it all away. You want me no more, as you see clearer what I am, what you believe in, that I will tear you apart, that I will destroy you. But what you didn't know is that before I manage to do it, you have taken lead and shatter me into a million pieces. As long as its within my capability, I would do anything to make you happy, to keep you from harm, even if it means keeping you away from me. I understand, but I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I type, I feel a million stabs into my chest. I'm so proud, so arrogant to admit in front of you how I wish for your forgiveness, for another chance to prove myself. But these words did not come through. I know its for the best. I want you, I want you for myself too but I am not going to do that at your expense, and I know you would do the same. I hate myself for the torment I caused you, it was never my intention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my freedom, you want your security. Millions of words in my mind, waiting for the opportunity to be explained to you, but I love you, and my words would be used to hold you back, which you don't need, don't want. I am willing to let you have what's best for you, even if it means not having you for myself. This is so painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough nonsense, I am already hating myself to be so emotional. Let my sorrows die off with time. Nonetheless, I will never stop longing for my sweet angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-6102001608152175203?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/6102001608152175203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/09/shattered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6102001608152175203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6102001608152175203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/09/shattered.html' title='shattered'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-4256424129637885071</id><published>2010-09-06T17:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:14:29.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Songs</title><content type='html'>My all time Favourite songs are still the old chinese songs... Its nice to hav the time to listen to my IPod, clean the house, surf the net and enjoy my sweet home. Reminds me of the time I spent in UK. Getting all nostalgic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be back in London. As I landed in the airport, I could smell Britain. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some discipline, some control and stay away from distractions and seductions. I need to fix myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Sainsbury. Feels so good to be doing something different. I'm afraid of being lonely, but tired of being afraid. I wonder what its like to be alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-4256424129637885071?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/4256424129637885071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4256424129637885071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4256424129637885071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-songs.html' title='My Songs'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-6863098502424443356</id><published>2010-08-15T15:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:23:13.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you feel like having some 'me time' , consider taking a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like how I need my 'me time', as it means I have been kept busy, hopefully busy with doing productive things. Been so busy juggling everything together. I'm so sorry if anyone feels that I have not spend enough time with them, I sincerely tried my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking actually takes alot of energy. I'm sorry I don't speak to you as often as I did. I am just too exhausted, too tired, and crave for rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry to see your sad face, it hurts but I really don't know how else. I know I'm lying I know I'm excusing myself, but I feel different now. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry I'm apologizing, and not doing anything about it. I'm just too tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For now, I just wanna listen to some jazz, chill, relax, and enjoy myself, myself all for myself, not needing to please anyone. I'm sorry if I'm being selfish, but I think its time to be so, at least once in this long while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls0Pvu64mJ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls0Pvu64mJ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-6863098502424443356?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/6863098502424443356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6863098502424443356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6863098502424443356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-time.html' title='Me Time'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-390462243056246134</id><published>2010-08-02T03:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:00:20.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstition</title><content type='html'>This morning, I got up n saw breakfast prepared on the table. Its my Favourite Kampung Half boiled egg. I never have the habit of snacking on Breakfast, but weirdly enough, I sat down n started pigging in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I break the egg, there was Two Egg Yolks! My instant thought was - This is my lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thought that comes in - I should make my applications today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-390462243056246134?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/390462243056246134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/08/superstition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/390462243056246134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/390462243056246134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/08/superstition.html' title='Superstition'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-6029010472117531649</id><published>2010-08-02T02:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T02:12:11.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Played</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heard of the old chinese saying: You will meet the Tiger if you visit the Mountain 'often enough' ?&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;When you meet the Tiger, and especially knowing that you will meet the Tiger eventually, you will go - Screwed!&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;Its a mixed feeling of irritation, but also some lil form of excitment as you feel fun playing loser from time to time. Winning 100% is no fun. Sometimes its nice to see someone beat you, and let everyone have an equal share of the joy of playing the upper hand.&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;Its like chess, although I don't know how to play chess. I imagine that when you lose, you will not go... &lt;a href="mailto:##@^%*&amp;amp;^$"&gt;##@^%*&amp;amp;^$&lt;/a&gt;#.... rather, you might just go ... ah, smart move! &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;Anyway, too early to say, let's see how the flow runs. Its never the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-6029010472117531649?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/6029010472117531649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/08/played.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6029010472117531649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6029010472117531649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/08/played.html' title='Played'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-2631944443437387774</id><published>2010-07-28T13:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:27:17.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Bout Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/TFAhmCHOJoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_jPGNexjWjQ/s1600/n802490216_114259_482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/TFAhmCHOJoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_jPGNexjWjQ/s400/n802490216_114259_482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498932082305279618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I would think of us again. Browsing through the old pictures, this one particular pic reminded me of our trip for the pork ribs in KL. You may not remember. But I  guess its healthy for me to keep my pride and admit how fondly I hold these sweet memories. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its funny how I could hate you for so long, and actually forgive and forget. Looking at the pictures that captured our sweet memories, reminds me of the sweet moments, how I used to feel so intensely in love with you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you. Thank you to whatever it is that is finally releasing me from the anger. From the resentment. It took a long while. I truly hope that this time its for real that I have let everything go.  Now I can walk with my head high up, saying, I wish you all the best, and wish you will find your love. For that I found so much joy in life, I wish the same for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-2631944443437387774?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/2631944443437387774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking-bout-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2631944443437387774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2631944443437387774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking-bout-us.html' title='Thinking Bout Us'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/TFAhmCHOJoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_jPGNexjWjQ/s72-c/n802490216_114259_482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-5810622796319525683</id><published>2010-07-22T03:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T04:28:55.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To give in to Seduction, is to give up abstaining from Selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/TEezaOEvEII/AAAAAAAAARw/AM8qvcZUf8o/s1600/wall_street_2_money_never_sleeps_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496559133264908418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/TEezaOEvEII/AAAAAAAAARw/AM8qvcZUf8o/s400/wall_street_2_money_never_sleeps_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Would you judge if one is tired of trying to adhere to righteousness? One day you might as well find yourself to be your own stranger, you will be shocked, by your very own acts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The weak creatures are the ones who gives in to seduction, yet, many would still choose to be weak, so to enjoy the euphoria of the moment. A constant giving in to seduction, leads to an addiction, dangerous, yet highly fullfilling in the short term.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess these f-ed up feelings may be the result of backpacking. Where I discover the other side of myself. I can't say I hate it, but I do not think it is very good for me. Its surprising how my utmost priorities changes so quickly, and my desire and drive for my new priorities are overwhelming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For one, I am now dying to get a job offer in Hong Kong. Just a few months ago, I was dying to get a job offer in London, so wad happens a few months later? I am annoyed at my constant change of mind too, but I truly enjoy the eargerness I feel inside me, that keeps me so motivated and full of live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am seduced by the freedom that I experienced, I am seduced by the possibilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am very certain, the movie Wall Street 2 would totally destroy me, so would SATC2 but I am ever looking forward to have myself - DESTROYED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-5810622796319525683?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5810622796319525683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/07/seduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5810622796319525683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5810622796319525683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/07/seduction.html' title='Seduction'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/TEezaOEvEII/AAAAAAAAARw/AM8qvcZUf8o/s72-c/wall_street_2_money_never_sleeps_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-9031949942497634982</id><published>2010-05-02T21:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:22:17.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>分手快樂</title><content type='html'>梁靜茹 分手快樂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAZctjXdkPA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAZctjXdkPA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once disliked this girl, because she disliked me first. She's not a bad person, but I just did not like someone who dislikes me so much. I even laughed at her when she got heart broken. But when I found out how deeply hurt she was, I let go all my anger or hatred for her. And for the first time, I felt like I'm a friend to her, just because I remember how much I used to feel those pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess every one have to go through those pain, to learn to be a better and stronger person. And to learn more to what life offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I feel really stupid now. Especially the fact that I have this ability to have loved so many different people, and again n again, still manage to love so much. But I guess this is not the case anymore. I don't feel that painful kind of love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird that that love exist in so many different forms. You can Love stupidly (blindly), Love naively, Love sadly, Love being Loved, Love selfishly, Love with hate, Love with joy and the list goes on. I just find it so amazing that you can love and hate the person at the same time, which would then tend to make the love more intensified (so with the hatred). The one you love can make you sad and upset, and yet you cannot deny that you love him/her, and he/or she can love you but also do shit to you. Gosh its so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see people crying because of love, my instant thought is - you pathetic thing, you are so stupid and so weak. I guess I forgot how pathetic and stupid and weak I was. But thankfully I take too much pride in myself. I rather lose LOVE than to lose my pride, and so far so, this awful personae saved me from the LOVE trap.&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/2106643120588736984-9031949942497634982?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/9031949942497634982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9031949942497634982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9031949942497634982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='分手快樂'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-4343465296299501054</id><published>2010-04-22T16:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:53:17.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when you were a kid and you got those exciting and imaginative essays on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wanna be a ______ when I grow up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you are in parties, your aunties and uncles will ask you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What would you like to be when you grow up?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now that I'm playing the adult role, I realise this question only occurs when you run out of topic with the kid n is in a desperate mood to keep the conversation going, just so to prove that you are a cool, friendly aunt/uncle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In kindergarten, I wanted to be a Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;In Primary, I wanted to be a Businesswomen.&lt;br /&gt;In Secondary, I wanted to be a Businesswomen.&lt;br /&gt;In College, I wanted to be a Businesswomen.&lt;br /&gt;In University, I thought of being a Lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;After Undergraduate degree, I realise I might wanna be a Banker.&lt;br /&gt;And at this moment, I want to be a part time Lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I opt to chose my Masters in Economics for development as oppose to other offers, is because of my passion in caring for others. (I know this sounds unbelievable - me caring?) I rather do something I am passionate about, even tho it may stand in my way if I get lucky and lay on a job interview, which I would then face the question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why masters in Economic Development if you'd like a career in finance?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have equipped myself to answer the question, it would be easier if I opted other offers that is more related to finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think its important to plan for the long term, to do something you are passionate about, and not just give in to what society class as - best? My vision is to be a part of building a good education system, and good infrastructure, be it for Malaysia or anywhere else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ironic that I suddenly feel like being a lecturer (part time) given that I strongly oppose T even thinking about embarking on this profession. I guess I'm just such a freak n guess wad? Maybe the next minute I wanna be an ........ astronaut?&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/2106643120588736984-4343465296299501054?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/4343465296299501054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/aspirations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4343465296299501054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4343465296299501054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/aspirations.html' title='Aspirations'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-6879111147706684021</id><published>2010-04-20T21:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:11:34.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As much as everyone like to believe that outlook is not everything and what matters is the 'Inner Beauty', the outcome of many experience for 'First Impression' renders the previous statement, questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Blonde vs Brunette Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about this theory a long time ago in a book called - Freakonomics? The theory attempts to explain why blondes tend to be dumb and Brunette are classed smarter. I can't exactly remember how the hypothesis was proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my simplified version, the pretty ones always get what they want simply by asking or even just by accepting. Everyone lines up to offer that pipping hot chic almost anything she desires. As time goes on this chic is so used to people doing things for her, therefore she lacks the hands-on know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, ugly betty got to do everything by herself, coz no man bother even looking at her. She, then learns to be tough, acquires new skills and refine existing ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion - If one can opt the easy way out like Miss Blondie, why would u bother doing it the hard way? But God is fair, and that is the reason for the notion of Dumb Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the advancements and innovations from the make up industry, everyone is given the opportunity to look at their best, provided the try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thinks that those who care to look good are obssessed with their looks, and comfort themselves by saying 'Ai ya, I don't need la'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please admit that everyone likes to see what is pleasant to their eyes, regardless it being inner or outer beauty. If u are already beautiful from the inside, touching up on the outside really add more points!&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/2106643120588736984-6879111147706684021?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/6879111147706684021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6879111147706684021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6879111147706684021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-5158154326628365133</id><published>2010-04-19T20:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:11:04.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress, Pressue, Anxiety, the list goes on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I review my 2010 New Year Resolution, I know even before 2010 ends, not all points would be fulfilled. For starters, I still have not got a job and will not get one given my holiday schedules. And I don't think I could pick up Polish in such a short time span with little aid. Everyday I do nothing, but yet I feel so pressured, stressing myself for not doing something productive. Yet, by the end of the day, I feel exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy planning and researching bout holidays and jobs. So much information to digest and made me realise how little I know. I ordered so many books and downloaded so many Vault guides. Some people thinks that Vault guide is stupid and too basic, but since I have no knowledge at all in certain subject of matter, a head start really lifts me up by - ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the Volcanic Ash that disrupted my Milan Holiday and having parents over in London plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to think that I hate choices, the more choice I have, it means more options, and if you don't explore your options carefully, you regret for not checking before deciding. Therefore more options means more research and more checking. I know this sounds random, but its the outcome of how I feel throughout these Job research and Valconic Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found more different job opportunities, I hate myself for not finding them sooner. And as I tirelessly enquire bout internship opportunities, I feel shit being told - no available vacancies/ we do not do internship programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it would be nicer if I am not aware of my options, and could simply just tell myself, oh I tried my best and to no avail. BUT - now I know that its a matter of exploring options and the problem is there are endless options, that drives the perfectionist endlessly CRAZY.&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/2106643120588736984-5158154326628365133?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5158154326628365133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/stress-pressue-anxiety-list-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5158154326628365133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5158154326628365133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/stress-pressue-anxiety-list-goes-on.html' title='Stress, Pressue, Anxiety, the list goes on..'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-2541515684176634299</id><published>2010-04-17T14:19:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:59:13.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pangkor Laut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trip To Pangkor Laut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m2IXRXyeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/at33xYgbBrE/s1600/IMG_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m2IXRXyeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/at33xYgbBrE/s400/IMG_1126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461096277965523426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awaiting at the jetty =) Drove many hours to get to Lumut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m2V8NXrfI/AAAAAAAAARA/92vrmcS5HbM/s1600/IMG_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m2V8NXrfI/AAAAAAAAARA/92vrmcS5HbM/s400/IMG_1129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461096511219150322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Spa Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m2lXGDRCI/AAAAAAAAARI/UGs-aKcaDUA/s1600/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m2lXGDRCI/AAAAAAAAARI/UGs-aKcaDUA/s400/IMG_1134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461096776134247458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Pool overlooking the sea view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m23DD54PI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XWPze4_KAo4/s1600/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m23DD54PI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XWPze4_KAo4/s400/IMG_1146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461097079994179826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Floral Milk Bath, with Chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m3LEAptlI/AAAAAAAAARY/ckK6GLTuriE/s1600/IMG_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m3LEAptlI/AAAAAAAAARY/ckK6GLTuriE/s400/IMG_1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461097423846356562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch by the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m3oGrtgaI/AAAAAAAAARg/z1rm5cLb1Tg/s1600/IMG_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m3oGrtgaI/AAAAAAAAARg/z1rm5cLb1Tg/s400/IMG_1151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461097922780037538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Pangkor Platter - So Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m4FiRHQHI/AAAAAAAAARo/CUCpt7XiKSI/s1600/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m4FiRHQHI/AAAAAAAAARo/CUCpt7XiKSI/s400/IMG_1166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461098428400877682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner at KL after we got back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up really early to drive to Lumut to catch the speed boat. On our way we had the famous duck-leg-noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrive the Island, we checked in and headed straight to Lunch. I spent the first day by the beach, where I was at some point forced to play in the sea water with the kid - T. If only bb was here they can be buddies and leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the spa the next day, was super good! Highly recommended but its rather pricey at the same time. Since I have no intention to revisit Pangkor Laut, I guess it is ok to do it for once in a lifetime. Like my dad, I always prefer Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was very pleasant and I had a great time with Rachel too. Can't wait to travel with u when u come over to UK this May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the trip, we drove back from Lumut in hope to eat some local food. Something like frog-noodle? hahaha (I'm sure there is a better name for it) or some sort of exotic delicacy that Miss Rachel suggested. We lost of way, so we just settled for Bak Kut Teh. Weirdly enought, we bumped into Ai Peng n bf - on the Highway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was also the last day of Chinese New Year, I celebrated with my family with Dinner in KL. My retard sis Angeline-wacko posted like a crazy stunner while I snap her pic. Mostly with crazy moves and constant tongue sticking out. I remember how Piggy Boy ate the whole plate of Lamb Cutlets, mum should not have allowed but he kept hinting how hungry he was. Oh dear, I do hope he is gonna grow so tall and less fat! I miss you baby Kev.&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/2106643120588736984-2541515684176634299?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/2541515684176634299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/pangkor-laut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2541515684176634299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2541515684176634299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/pangkor-laut.html' title='Pangkor Laut'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S8m2IXRXyeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/at33xYgbBrE/s72-c/IMG_1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-4806408009895441127</id><published>2010-04-08T15:40:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:59:14.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kajang Satay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say it's the BEST satay you can get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S73rgfpYWEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/i9zZtOxWhEY/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S73rgfpYWEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/i9zZtOxWhEY/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457777266926311490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ordered so much - but we still finished everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S73rtCYYv9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/cRi1ztIKiFg/s1600/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S73rtCYYv9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/cRi1ztIKiFg/s400/IMG_1018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457777482408706002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh Coconut, Ketupat, Onions, Satay Chicken, Satay Daging, Satay Ikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, thank you Faiza for coming all the way from Penang to see me =) So touched! I really miss the times we spent in Cardiff. You and Muni were so thoughtful to buy me a cake, it really took me by surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Kajang is kinda near to my place, I offered to try out the famous -Kajang Satay. I did some research and asking around about which restaurant to go to, and luckily I found my way there. I love Kajang town as it brings back memories of my primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you guys enjoyed the meal, I personally think it taste so good! The meat was bakar-ed to perfection and the sauce was yummy-li-cious! I so wanna eat more n more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S73rLHuG8EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1Qp08M-bXjY/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S73rLHuG8EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1Qp08M-bXjY/s400/IMG_1016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457776899726438466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trajan's first taste of REAL coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the hand, T was busy sipping on the real taste of coconut. Too bad we did not have time to try the Thai Coconut as it taste even better! Back in UK, T always favored the Actimel Coconut flavor. Whenever he tries to enjoy his Actimel Coconut, I can't help but to comment on how 'fake' that coconut flavour is, and suggest that he should try the real thing - mean-ne-me.&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/2106643120588736984-4806408009895441127?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/4806408009895441127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/kajang-satay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4806408009895441127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4806408009895441127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/kajang-satay.html' title='Kajang Satay'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S73rgfpYWEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/i9zZtOxWhEY/s72-c/IMG_1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-8599778134068434766</id><published>2010-04-05T11:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:05:52.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the DENTIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S7m8yclY1aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/v1q60MpIHmk/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S7m8yclY1aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/v1q60MpIHmk/s400/IMG_0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456599998388557218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S7m89-996GI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KHAaRT5kFAo/s1600/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S7m89-996GI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KHAaRT5kFAo/s400/IMG_0995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456600196597016674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shy away from the camera (and from the dentist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my holiday back in Malaysia, Elin &amp;amp; her sister wanted to visit the dentist for check up. I know how weird it sounds but coming from Norway where everything cost almost ten times more, its sounds perfectly logical. I remember this Norwegian guy I met who would restrict himself from eating meat simply coz its too expensive!? Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family, me and bb are famous for our dentist visits. I shamefully remember my childhood years where I was brought to the dentist several times just to pull of this tooth, which led to my mum resorting to throw me out of the car on our way home before I finally agree to - sit on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno much bout bb's case but I know he have traumas over the idea of visiting the dentist. Something to do with some dental surgery that put him to sleep n removing many teeth all at once.&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/2106643120588736984-8599778134068434766?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/8599778134068434766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/visit-to-dentist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8599778134068434766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8599778134068434766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/04/visit-to-dentist.html' title='Visit to the DENTIST'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S7m8yclY1aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/v1q60MpIHmk/s72-c/IMG_0993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-5086029064108267803</id><published>2010-03-21T16:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:34:10.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our once a year gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6ZGouq8FiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/z01LcZ_Lvps/s1600-h/IMG_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6ZGouq8FiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/z01LcZ_Lvps/s400/IMG_1005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451122064515405346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Party at Zouk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6Z8UWlyJWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Cg6hiyW9K9Q/s1600-h/IMG_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6Z8UWlyJWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Cg6hiyW9K9Q/s400/IMG_1009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451181088081847650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss the old days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6ZH2nIFQfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ibOikcHoQns/s1600-h/IMG_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6ZH2nIFQfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ibOikcHoQns/s400/IMG_1007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451123402519953906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6ZHshSyvOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IWUHy2tGBHY/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6ZHshSyvOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IWUHy2tGBHY/s400/IMG_1006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451123229155572962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hallais Huldeborg, Miss Elin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the girls gathering and I love the after party. But seem like our members are all bidding goodbye to clubbing social life =(&lt;br /&gt;Why Why WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Blame the cute babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-5086029064108267803?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5086029064108267803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5086029064108267803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5086029064108267803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6ZGouq8FiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/z01LcZ_Lvps/s72-c/IMG_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-9153772054929834694</id><published>2010-03-20T19:35:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:59:11.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Kevin - The Cheat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have a brother who loves to cheat in games? Do you have a brother who believes that he is the only deserving person to win, not to mention, every single time! Here's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to watch dad undergo what I class as 'torture' when he plays any form of game with my brother. Every time when my dad is about to win in the game, my brother would suddenly come up with - A New Rule. Which as expected, prevents my dad from winning (the whole point). Additionally, Kevin would try to cheat in many other fancy ways. And when my dad finally get frustrated and threatens to quit playing, Kevin will start whining and threaten back to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So luckily this holiday, Kevin's new found friend took over dad to play - Role Victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6UlayNx4II/AAAAAAAAAPg/53qvbuL-wCk/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6UlayNx4II/AAAAAAAAAPg/53qvbuL-wCk/s400/IMG_0987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450804066088247426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheating - Take 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6UlR1_V8AI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VsBMTe89Uhg/s1600-h/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6UlR1_V8AI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VsBMTe89Uhg/s400/IMG_0988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450803912482615298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheating - Take 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6UlKVVD2yI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wnfTho1wQfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6UlKVVD2yI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wnfTho1wQfQ/s400/IMG_0990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450803783456250658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating - Take 3 --&gt; CUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my experience and previous encounters with this cheat, I secretly hid behind the corner while they played. I knew its a matter of time when Kevin would play his stunt. And Hooray, caught him! Muahaha..&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/2106643120588736984-9153772054929834694?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/9153772054929834694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/kevin-cheat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9153772054929834694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9153772054929834694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/kevin-cheat.html' title='Kevin - The Cheat'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6UlayNx4II/AAAAAAAAAPg/53qvbuL-wCk/s72-c/IMG_0987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-1426819539656772260</id><published>2010-03-17T15:55:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:32:26.612Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with family friend, Bai-nin, A visit to the dream city - Putrajaya,&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at family friend's open house - Best Lion Dance Performance !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D7sK5PaZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FQfhDYlHU3A/s1600-h/IMG_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D7sK5PaZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FQfhDYlHU3A/s400/IMG_0939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449632285375555986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch @ Yumcha Restaurant, Bangsar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was invited to lunch at bangsar and to later bai-nin at Uncle BK &amp;amp; Aunt Jess's house. I remember doing this every year. We had Dim Sum for lunch and I accidently mistaken the Chinese steam bun to be made of rice flour? Maggie is allergic to wheat and I told her it's ok to eat the bun. I felt so bad when she had to rush to the toilet after galloping the yummy-li-cious Lou-Sah-Pau. (Although Aunt Jess kept complaining to the waitress that the bun was far from good to be served)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D7_mNevRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WGihPO4teJY/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D7_mNevRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WGihPO4teJY/s400/IMG_0942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449632619125718290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite the 'scenario' in the restaurant, Maggis happily snacked when we went to bai-nin! I remember she particularly liked the Gua-zi (Pumpkin seeds with shell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bai-nin, dad showed us around Malaysia's pride - Putrajaya. I was in Putrajaya a few nights ago when dad brought T to show him the night view. Its jaw-dropping beautiful! We mainly toured the place by car but did stop by the Mosque to look see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D96szPtQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zIesV1Wn1cM/s1600-h/IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D96szPtQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zIesV1Wn1cM/s400/IMG_0961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449634734018639106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its worth visiting this Beautiful Mosque, and I'd really love to one day.&lt;br /&gt;I posted the following picture of the notice so you guys can see when is the best time to visit and the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D9oJekTUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8-evLqD4nk0/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D9oJekTUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8-evLqD4nk0/s400/IMG_0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449634415299022146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Prime Minister's House / Office ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D9H1yoLqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/s-0PPXFL3Vg/s1600-h/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D9H1yoLqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/s-0PPXFL3Vg/s400/IMG_0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449633860258639522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of Putrajaya - from the other end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D8ksxsMeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IQjuoDp7ZsY/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D8ksxsMeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IQjuoDp7ZsY/s400/IMG_0949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449633256543367650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason as to why dad have to bring us instead of me showing my pals this Dream City is because I have no idea how to get there. Talking bout Malaysia's pride, the roadsigns to Putrajaya and IN Putrajaya is nothing but misleading, not to mention very user-UNfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall comment more on our Dream City in my later post if I can find time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, my family was invited to a friend's open house party. Elin, Mag, and T was so excited to see the Lion Dance Performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D-TMJ3jnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QtBKnDq_J9g/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D-TMJ3jnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QtBKnDq_J9g/s400/IMG_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449635154751884914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part 1 - Dragon chasing the Pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D-mGyuK3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eOem-MWDM0g/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D-mGyuK3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eOem-MWDM0g/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449635479730137970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 - Lion Dance, Peeling Mandarins &amp;amp; Melon, together with Chinese Fire Crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D_LKKzYqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/78ZnruwiUP0/s1600-h/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D_LKKzYqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/78ZnruwiUP0/s400/IMG_0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449636116291609250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part 3 - The more skilled Lion Stunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D-11azgkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/H7ViEVWg3mg/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D-11azgkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/H7ViEVWg3mg/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449635749944328770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr Lion(s) were trembling when they were standing on the rope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lion Dance performance was so interesting. This is the first and the best Lion dance I have seen. Did I mention, my brother is a Lion Dancer to-be.&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/2106643120588736984-1426819539656772260?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/1426819539656772260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinese-new-year-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1426819539656772260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1426819539656772260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinese-new-year-day-4.html' title='Chinese New Year Day 4'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S6D7sK5PaZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FQfhDYlHU3A/s72-c/IMG_0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-9036740105364109094</id><published>2010-03-15T10:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:32:45.223Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3 went on with a slower pace, less plans for visits since mum decided that it will be our open house day.&lt;br /&gt;Mum made lunch, the famous Hokkien Porridge, Super authentic flavour!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel came to bai-nin and we later went to Jeslyn's house for bai-nin.&lt;br /&gt;Then G6 for some drink and my all time favourite clubbing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54P3mrhCuI/AAAAAAAAANo/VXbkwMTLsXg/s1600-h/IMG_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54P3mrhCuI/AAAAAAAAANo/VXbkwMTLsXg/s400/IMG_0924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448810047115168482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheesssee Everyone - My house was so crowded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5-RPaIwGiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xqrCEjOpSkE/s1600-h/IMG_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5-RPaIwGiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xqrCEjOpSkE/s400/IMG_0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449233768041683490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like Cardiff days - countless shots - we could have done better though wooohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5-Q070LxgI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ua8htLSGyeU/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5-Q070LxgI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ua8htLSGyeU/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449233313225754114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its kinda special having a club in the rooftop of a nice Shopping Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day to bring Elin &amp;amp; Maggie around in Malaysia. I was really glad that we stayed at home abit coz I was utterly exhausted with keeping up to the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love the lunch so much I'm missing it terribly already. Wonder any chance of me replicating it? I have 90% successfully replicated my favourite Chinese pork chop recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit to Jeslyn's place was nice as Maggie got to experience the CNY gambling tradition. I still can't believe the three of them have never placed a bet in their live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night out in G6 was superb, given that T finally gave in and started drinking since! Victory! Thanks to Uncle -Scary. According to Miss L, uncle scary loves Polish, of coz that simply means he loves drinking. I hear stories of Uncle scary's &amp;amp; his Mr.Polish's encounter. One that I can't forget is where Mr. Polish had to be escorted to his hotel room using a wheelchair. Wonder why no one took and video n post on youtube, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore when Uncle Scary heard that T is polish, he was overjoyed. But to his disappointment, T is not his typical Polish. Anyway Uncle scary came up with his all time stunt n tricked T into drinking. I have little opinion on this matter, rather, I am more than Happy with the outcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else to better end the night than to simply, CHEERS !&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/2106643120588736984-9036740105364109094?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/9036740105364109094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinese-new-year-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9036740105364109094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9036740105364109094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinese-new-year-day-3.html' title='Chinese New Year Day 3'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54P3mrhCuI/AAAAAAAAANo/VXbkwMTLsXg/s72-c/IMG_0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-94456538009992422</id><published>2010-03-15T10:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:43:03.275Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 2 is yet another bee-zy day. Started off by visiting Grand Uncle's aero-plane house, Uncle Allan's for Lunch, Lorraine's family, some rest at home, dinner, pick up my bestie from golden triangle backpacker's lodge, and finally end the day with drinks at bangsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronologically posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54KPXDvvPI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZEq0ZpSBAq4/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54KPXDvvPI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZEq0ZpSBAq4/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448803858168921330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aero-plane house that shocked T.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently its the most memorable thing in his entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54KsTnDx7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/1n1cGAbZWsg/s1600-h/IMG_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54KsTnDx7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/1n1cGAbZWsg/s400/IMG_0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448804355459499954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lou-sang for the adult's table @Palace of the Golden Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54KeelNxfI/AAAAAAAAANI/cYUEurApahc/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54KeelNxfI/AAAAAAAAANI/cYUEurApahc/s400/IMG_0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448804117886387698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lou-Sang for the kid's Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chasing a hectic schedule, I rushed to pick up Elin and her sister from this backpacker's lodge in Golden Triangle. Uhm, actually I am not sure wad is Golden Triangle. Luckily I have my all time assistant for all services, Rachel Lim, to guide me through google map! So I found them and we went to have drinks at Bangsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54LKXKb0XI/AAAAAAAAANY/sLI3OKkX-QU/s1600-h/IMG_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54LKXKb0XI/AAAAAAAAANY/sLI3OKkX-QU/s400/IMG_0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448804871809257842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Utterly awesome to see you here! Dream come true for us both, plus point is that it happened rather quicker than planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54LZtjyHsI/AAAAAAAAANg/TeRWUL4DhWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54LZtjyHsI/AAAAAAAAANg/TeRWUL4DhWQ/s400/IMG_0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448805135519194818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers Miss Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, seeing that thrill Elin &amp;amp; Sister undergoes while backpacking, I opt to join them for China this coming May. Chickening out thoughts keep crossing my mind but tickets are confirmed! Miss Loo Hui Hui is joining too n I seriously hope that this FFK queen will practice some principles this round.&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/2106643120588736984-94456538009992422?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/94456538009992422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinese-new-year-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/94456538009992422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/94456538009992422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinese-new-year-day-2.html' title='Chinese New Year Day 2'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S54KPXDvvPI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZEq0ZpSBAq4/s72-c/IMG_0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-7579417085466191269</id><published>2010-03-13T16:41:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:11:36.068Z</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Chinese New Year + Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every first day of our Chinese New Year starts with prayers and then breakfast at my grandparent's. I always look forward to this breakfast where the traditional Hokkien noodle is served along with other dishes. Adding to that, is the big ang-paus from grandparents, daddy, mummy, uncles and aunties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show T around the place and the kids decided to join us. Since they were all dressed up in their new Chinese new year outfit, I didn't wanna let them risk sweating too thoroughly! So I suggested that we should each hold an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk around the place =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vBIayE_pI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cavmyBvg_wI/s1600-h/IMG_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vBIayE_pI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cavmyBvg_wI/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448160524607225490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stone reflexology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vA1sHtGBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FAE5YaDrRyw/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vA1sHtGBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FAE5YaDrRyw/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448160202843822098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need umbrellas to keep us from sun burnt&lt;br /&gt;(look at the weirdness of my hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vAnJnVggI/AAAAAAAAAMI/e4KaiAK8qmU/s1600-h/IMG_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vAnJnVggI/AAAAAAAAAMI/e4KaiAK8qmU/s400/IMG_0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448159953063084546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Grandkids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vBgmI4ULI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gRBqfjESEVY/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vBgmI4ULI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gRBqfjESEVY/s400/IMG_0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448160939972513970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Valentine Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vBWbjVZmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JH6oXtC1ALo/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vBWbjVZmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JH6oXtC1ALo/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448160765331990114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks sweetheart for the sweet roses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later, we visited my mum's family at my grandma's place. As usual, the house was crowded =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vBt6UR7fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iZGC4x2alfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vBt6UR7fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iZGC4x2alfQ/s400/IMG_0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448161168727338482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Grandma's house =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vB2ani6EI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BVwJjJh0Yy8/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vB2ani6EI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BVwJjJh0Yy8/s400/IMG_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448161314837030978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not so Chinese style dinner @ San Francisco Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To end the day, we settled at a pizzeria nearby. Piggy boy obviously was the happiest with this choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-7579417085466191269?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7579417085466191269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-of-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7579417085466191269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7579417085466191269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-of-chinese-new-year.html' title='First Day of Chinese New Year + Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5vBIayE_pI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cavmyBvg_wI/s72-c/IMG_0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-4940273259413746770</id><published>2010-03-11T18:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:20:43.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Central Market Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kyNx-R6jI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Yysx8MVFSbU/s1600-h/IMG_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kyNx-R6jI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Yysx8MVFSbU/s400/IMG_0890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447440436615572018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The front entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kyaj5e2MI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CkA10Ql6LQg/s1600-h/IMG_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kyaj5e2MI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CkA10Ql6LQg/s400/IMG_0891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447440656175651010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very interesting stall, super creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before chinese new year, dad wanted to buy some flowers for the house. So we headed to a florist in Imbi but not much choices were left. So we headed to Petaling Street. I wanted to have the Siew-Yuk-Min at the Lou-Shu-Fun stall but it was kinda out of the way as I brought T around the main street that sells all the counterfeits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled in this  dodgy noodle stall and bought the famous herbal tea to go with. There was also lion dance going on, adding to atmosphere of the festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to the Central Market. I am ashamed to admit that my knowledge on my home country is considerably minimal, not informative enough to know the existence of the central market, nor the Lake Garden. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to dad, I have been to the central market. As I wiki about it, I find out more of its history and have since been converted into a heritage site. There are many shops and stalls in the Central Market, mainly selling souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this stall that sells T-shirt with very interesting slogans. I was so impressed by the HSBC shirt I took a picture of it! Seconds later, a lady came to me with the most sulky look on her face, pointing at the sign that states - NO PICTURES - and some other very boorish remarks. I was so embarrassed as I felt I committed a crime! Its my fault for carelessly missing out the sign but it was placed at the top and the slogans took over my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no means to ridicule the lady's reaction but this encounter made me reflect on the scenario. Should she reminded with a more positive attitude that no pictures are allowed, and that if I'm interested I could make a purchase, I would have definitely done so. It is only normal for her to react in such a way but when one stops for a moment to let their emotion sink down before acting, the result could be different. Truth is, it won't cost you much to be nicer, and you will be amazed by the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-4940273259413746770?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/4940273259413746770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/central-market-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4940273259413746770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4940273259413746770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/central-market-malaysia.html' title='Central Market Malaysia'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kyNx-R6jI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Yysx8MVFSbU/s72-c/IMG_0890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-9199349525156067416</id><published>2010-03-11T14:54:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:42:38.835Z</updated><title type='text'>Small Pre-Chinese New Year Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A small gathering before expecting the busy Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner @ Gobo Grillhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drinks &amp;amp; Chill out @ Sky Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kExD-dhXI/AAAAAAAAALA/T3fFtvwNB6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kExD-dhXI/AAAAAAAAALA/T3fFtvwNB6Y/s400/IMG_0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447390465208714610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kE8KIpm1I/AAAAAAAAALI/n7_0GIi1SVU/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kE8KIpm1I/AAAAAAAAALI/n7_0GIi1SVU/s400/IMG_0865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447390655840623442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The food was beyond great. I'm always fussy bout steak but they serve really scrumpt-yummyli-cious ones! I'm such a big fan of wagyu / kobe, its the beef to have. As usual, all the girls were fashionably late. Is this human nature or Malaysian culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! I especially love the mash potato with cod fish, such a weird combination but delivers a very fine taste. The price is really good too relative to the portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kFsM1XAFI/AAAAAAAAALg/jMeWmsteEUo/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kFsM1XAFI/AAAAAAAAALg/jMeWmsteEUo/s400/IMG_0885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447391481198739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like Old days, memories recaptured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kPQEEzloI/AAAAAAAAALw/b4CG1HBYnlw/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kPQEEzloI/AAAAAAAAALw/b4CG1HBYnlw/s400/IMG_0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447401992927549058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BFF &amp;amp; organiser that made this tiny reunion possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kFQC6jvJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nZ0bzXQIfMA/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kFQC6jvJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nZ0bzXQIfMA/s400/IMG_0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447390997499853970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lovely dinner, we headed up to Sky Bar. It's such a pretty place and I'm so glad that its one of T's favorite spot during his trip. He especially enjoyed the view of our great Petronas Twin Tower while sipping his fruit punch by the pool side. You got that right, fruit punch it is for the non-alcohol loving Polish, how weird is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-9199349525156067416?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/9199349525156067416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/small-pre-chinese-new-year-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9199349525156067416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9199349525156067416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/small-pre-chinese-new-year-reunion.html' title='Small Pre-Chinese New Year Reunion'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5kExD-dhXI/AAAAAAAAALA/T3fFtvwNB6Y/s72-c/IMG_0863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-1058539427530506418</id><published>2010-03-08T14:15:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:14:06.337Z</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Coach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5UTCm0tu9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/LcIASb29Q2k/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5UTCm0tu9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/LcIASb29Q2k/s400/IMG_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446280259876797394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5UTOJcsiSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nOwd18j6WIY/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5UTOJcsiSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nOwd18j6WIY/s400/IMG_0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446280458149857570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5UTxwSoSbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XwdohOUcBTk/s1600-h/IMG_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5UTxwSoSbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XwdohOUcBTk/s400/IMG_0854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446281069872040370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was anxious about this CNY trip, constantly worrying bout ways to ensure T would have the most pleasent stay. It is so me to continuously run ideas through my head and make suggestions to fill up someone's time, just so that they do not feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my delight, T liked my idea to go swimming! Adding to this delight is the fact that my K-boy loves dipping himself into the water too. Yes, I literally meant dipping, not swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told T of the trauma K encountered with the swimming pool, where he was accidentally being pushed into it without knowing how to swim. Later on, K confirmed my story, however, adding the fact that it was no trauma, but TRAUMAS. Apparently, there should be more than one of such accidents. hahaHAHahaha *big laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So T tried to help K but it was really tough. K would not even 'dip' his head into the pool. It was so pathetic that when K tried to put his head under the water, he would 'need' to run to the PONDOK to get the towel and wipe his face dry! We tried stopping him from reaching the towel and he would start choking... pleassseeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt SO happy after the first swimming trip, knowing that I found myself a so call escape plan from my beloving brother and bf. When I need a break from them, I can just suggest swimming and happily excuse myself, YAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went on many swimming trips without me joining, hehe...  One day I decided to visit them during their fun time. To my amazement, K knew how to swim!! He was doing the normal stunts and even backstrokes! Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad was not so nice is the fact that K also became a bully. I heard from my aunt that when K went swimming with the cousins, he played the big bully n forced my cousin's head into the water. I dun quite like that part.&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/2106643120588736984-1058539427530506418?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/1058539427530506418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming-coach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1058539427530506418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1058539427530506418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming-coach.html' title='Swimming Coach'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S5UTCm0tu9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/LcIASb29Q2k/s72-c/IMG_0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-7127248951047308877</id><published>2010-02-13T22:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:20:38.664Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Been back in Malaysia to celebrate Chinese New Year after being away for years. So far, the trip home have been so great. T enjoyed it very much thus far too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on CNY eve, me and my family did our traditional CNY eve dinner at great-grandma's place. After that was followed by our own family tradition on ang pau 'lucky draw'. There are almost no rules, just simple procedures as the following,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;all grandchildren of my great grandma &amp;amp; family are entitled to participate in this 'lucky draw'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;supposedly, the youngest draws first, but everyone shy off all the time so whoever approaches the ang pau distributor will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all ang pau contains RM 20 notes, and if you're lucky, there will be a small piece of paper inside with written amount of money won.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are many catergory of winnings, RM 100, RM 200, RM 300, RM 500, RM 800&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and there are several lucky draw prizes for each winnings apart from the one and only, RM 800 Grand Prize.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Story: For 21 years, I only got the RM 20 ang pau, no one else can be 'luckier' than me, the odds are low to get RM 20 for 21 consecutive years. Finally, this year, the 22nd year of lucky drawing, I swapped the GRAND PRIZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-7127248951047308877?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7127248951047308877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7127248951047308877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7127248951047308877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-739867682886313202</id><published>2010-02-07T20:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:30:17.896Z</updated><title type='text'>The National Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S28f5nSJPvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MZqRVYPujQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S28f5nSJPvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MZqRVYPujQ4/s400/IMG_0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435598349917568754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The long awaited visit to --&gt; The National Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S28fhXUldRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EmnlQeiQvIw/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S28fhXUldRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EmnlQeiQvIw/s400/IMG_0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435597933315978514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trafalgar Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we moved to London, T have been consistently reminding me about how nice it would be to visit  some museums (his way of telling me to go there).  We first went to the London Museum, then realised that its not the one that T have in mind. And he later found out that its The National Gallery that he's mainly interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many months, we finally decided to visit the place. Its so cool that its F.O.C, even the cloakroom. As I strolled around the gallery, I asked T,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it just paintings that they have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T answered in his favorite manner, the one where he is so satisfied with the fact that he has again, outsmarted me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes my dear, that is what gallery stands for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it was kinda fun although I complained half the time how bored it is. Coincidentally, I bumped into my ex housemate in Cardiff! Sometimes, its difficult to explain such coincidence, what fate brings to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-739867682886313202?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/739867682886313202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/national-gallery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/739867682886313202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/739867682886313202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/national-gallery.html' title='The National Gallery'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S28f5nSJPvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MZqRVYPujQ4/s72-c/IMG_0842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-1983720115646759109</id><published>2010-02-06T19:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:25:53.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Carbonara ~ The fastest way to prepare dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S23AVjzSizI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FyHG1LftbG4/s1600-h/IMG_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S23AVjzSizI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FyHG1LftbG4/s400/IMG_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435211801926208306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S23AOhidz7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2xfjUHBVdLw/s1600-h/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S23AOhidz7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2xfjUHBVdLw/s400/IMG_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435211681059688370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carbonara ~ The fastest way to prepare dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves: 2&lt;br /&gt;Cooking time: 15-20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti           (Recommend: Napolina)&lt;br /&gt;Single Cream    (Recommend: Elmlea Single)&lt;br /&gt;Pancetta            (or bacon)&lt;br /&gt;2x Carrots&lt;br /&gt;Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;Salt &amp;amp; Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boil spaghetti with salt and olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start cutting carrots into slices / cubes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heat up the olive oil in pan, throw in pancetta and carrots, cook until carrots turn soft.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stir in cream (amount depends on preference), add salt &amp;amp; pepper.&lt;br /&gt;5. Drain spaghetti and throw into the sauce, stir, done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy-peasy ---&gt; L.A.Z.Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-1983720115646759109?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/1983720115646759109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/carbonara-fastest-way-to-prepare-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1983720115646759109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1983720115646759109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/carbonara-fastest-way-to-prepare-dinner.html' title='Carbonara ~ The fastest way to prepare dinner'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S23AVjzSizI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FyHG1LftbG4/s72-c/IMG_0845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-5826837743971118435</id><published>2010-02-05T15:51:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:06:25.852Z</updated><title type='text'>My trip in Cologne with Superwomen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2w-7yRI3MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dsYa6_RrMAI/s1600-h/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2w-7yRI3MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dsYa6_RrMAI/s400/IMG_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434788047156206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Masak-Masak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2w-wh53Y3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/GyRhfp8NWR0/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2w-wh53Y3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/GyRhfp8NWR0/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434787853785064306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Superwomen keep complaining bout losing weigh but look at what she brought with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Germany in late January to join my Superwomen Aunt for a Furniture exhibition. She travels so often and is an expert in what to bring on trips. I was so shocked to see her 'collection' when I reached the hotel. Maggie, biscuits, cutlery, and even canned food to make the maggie meal more sophisticated!!! omg..! I burst into laughter when I saw the can of chinese mushroom she brought to complement her korean noodles. *pengsan* Superwomen later complains that she can't find eggs in any convenient stores in Germany. She serves 5 * maggie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The travel cooker is awesome. I made myself breakfast using it and its really cool. Superwomen told me that on their last Moscow trip, they even made Nasi Lemak!!! How is that possible? They brought a small rice cooker, rice, coconut milk, canned curry, and jar sambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eye opening experience. Superwomen used to be in the girls scout, no wonder. Sometimes, such cosy warm hearted meal makes further for fine dining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovess xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-5826837743971118435?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5826837743971118435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-trip-in-cologne-with-superwomen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5826837743971118435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5826837743971118435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-trip-in-cologne-with-superwomen.html' title='My trip in Cologne with Superwomen'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2w-7yRI3MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dsYa6_RrMAI/s72-c/IMG_0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-241436347867322423</id><published>2010-02-05T15:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:51:10.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Flowers ~ Kwiaty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2w8-_cGh9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/XQq5KPeeNVE/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2w8-_cGh9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/XQq5KPeeNVE/s400/IMG_0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785903208204242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;Sugar is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;And so are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long wait and countless complains, finally the long ordered rose(s) arrived. What I love about you is that you spoil me so much. I love that whenever I complain, you take action. I love it when I ask for water, you would follow my ridiculous instructions on how to make the perfect cup of woda-niegazowana. When I shout, you frown with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sweeter than Krispy-Kreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-241436347867322423?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/241436347867322423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/flowers-kwiaty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/241436347867322423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/241436347867322423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/flowers-kwiaty.html' title='Flowers ~ Kwiaty'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2w8-_cGh9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/XQq5KPeeNVE/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-1859067647174710353</id><published>2010-02-03T21:47:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:03:35.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Festive Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2nxC-3D8NI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y1OBfmc20xA/s1600-h/DSCF4372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2nxC-3D8NI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y1OBfmc20xA/s400/DSCF4372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434139458935189714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2nxC-3D8NI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y1OBfmc20xA/s1600-h/DSCF4372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2nxC-3D8NI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y1OBfmc20xA/s1600-h/DSCF4372.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Christmas in Poland 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2nwpTSTguI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WfllEoHcnnk/s1600-h/DSCF4353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2nwpTSTguI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WfllEoHcnnk/s400/DSCF4353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434139017741566690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in Slomki was great. I loved it, very much. We decorated the Christmas tree and I spent a loong time wrapping presents. Its such a shame that I did not take any pictures of the presents that I wrapped, as all the effort was 'ripped-off' when we opened our gifts. The not so Chinese style, ahhaha. I rememebr when I was a kid, I would always gently unwrap my present n keep the wrapper, weird. I guess my mum secretly threw away those wrapper that I intended to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas meals was nice, traditional Polish. Its customary to serve twelve meals on Christmas, inclusive of appetizer and dessert, phew! I love home-cooked food. I ate so much until I felt sick on my way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This February, I invited Trajan to join me in Malaysia for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2r1hOYLLKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8M6_uqR7wKo/s1600-h/chinese-new-year-malaysia-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2r1hOYLLKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8M6_uqR7wKo/s400/chinese-new-year-malaysia-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434425851519904930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ang-Pau, the whole point! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2nwBK-4htI/AAAAAAAAAII/aWbzKXgkV_E/s1600-h/chinese_new_year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2nwBK-4htI/AAAAAAAAAII/aWbzKXgkV_E/s400/chinese_new_year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434138328317855442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red, Red, Red --&gt; Symbol for Prosperity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember, I love Chinese New Years. I missed four CNY consecutively and really can't wait to experience it again. Jetting off back home next week, so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so much about CNY that I love. First and foremost, ang-pau (the red packet). The married would give red packets (filled with CASH) to others. Then the cookies, prawn crackers, the chinese lunch and dinners, the bai-nin (visiting relatives and friends) ... awesome ! I used to enjoy shopping for new stuff, i.e. clothes, shoes, socks, under garments .... A good excuse to buy everything new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, CNY was the best time of the year. I get new clothes, I get money from ang pauS, I get to eat all the tidbits I want without getting nagged at, I get to drink as much soft drinks as I like, I get to gamble even I was just a kid, I get to drink Shandy (alcoholic drink) even I was absolutely underage, I get to do all the DON'T in this special time of the year. I wonder what this coming CNY brings me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-1859067647174710353?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/1859067647174710353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/festive-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1859067647174710353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1859067647174710353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/festive-celebration.html' title='Festive Celebration'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S2nxC-3D8NI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y1OBfmc20xA/s72-c/DSCF4372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-985003754385543462</id><published>2010-02-02T22:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:20:59.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Abandon - ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much time, yet feel so busy. I dunno what to write, as my late encounters don't exactly permit me to speak out about. Seem like I'm abandoning my blog, will try not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience my fellow mates, for its the path to greatness.&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/2106643120588736984-985003754385543462?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/985003754385543462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/abandon-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/985003754385543462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/985003754385543462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/02/abandon-ing.html' title='Abandon - ing'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-7225660866574833477</id><published>2010-01-29T23:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:45:02.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Hectic January</title><content type='html'>Is pressure good/bad? Logically one would think that its undesirable but I remember Uncle asking me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you ask an old tycoon to retire, do you think he would live longer or die faster?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha that's a good one, but I guess this theory of his applies more for Asian Tycoons. I spent the last half of January in a rather stress and high paced environment, sleeping late and getting up early. I visited the Cologne furniture fair for the 1st time and then the Birmingham show after. This trip was accompanied by my Aunt and others. I truly witnessed my Aunt's undying spirit for her career and her super power to function almost 24hours fully in a day. *Salute* Wad is most shocking is that I can't help but to suspect she led such a life for at least the last few decades! If there is one award for her, it would definitely be "Superwomen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asian culture towards working life is to work work work, and work harder and longer. Although there is a slow transition to the 'Western Style' where some enjoys holidays and indulgences, many still solemnly follow the work till death style. Why? As you work, do you forget the whole point of working for a better life? I hope I would not fall into that trap myself one day (albeit highly likely).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-7225660866574833477?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7225660866574833477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/hectic-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7225660866574833477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7225660866574833477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/hectic-january.html' title='Hectic January'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-5540726374619472479</id><published>2010-01-13T09:47:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:28:42.631Z</updated><title type='text'>Rumors - The Girl who used to 'Steal' Her Friend's Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear a rumor, do you trust it to be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, I heard rumors about this girl who have a habit of self inviting herself to friend's house, then asked if she could borrow some clothes. From then on, the clothes borrowed went M.I.A, and was never heard of, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Miss Girl apparently have 'fly up to the tree and became a phoenix'. Buying designers, dining in 'posh' restaurants and tirelessly portraying her 'phoenix imagine'. To those who heard of Miss Girl's old days rumors, nothing but concrete truth would suffice their curiosity for this change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have an encounter with Miss Girl. I was warned that she is a conniving individual, but thought that everyone deserve a second chance, after all she was warm and friendly when we met. But truth is, I discovered she is just as rumors has it, a big time two face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my memories, everyone disliked Daphne for some reason, but no one ever pointed out why. Some say she is a pretender, others claim that she is haughty and 'dog eyes see low people'. With all the ongoing rumors, I distant myself from Daphne. When I met a new friend, he told me that Daphne is a very nice girl and he shares a close relationship with her. I was surprised to hear what he had to say knowing that it must be true for he is an honest and credible person. Later on, fate brought me and Daphne together and I learned that she is a very kind and good friend, in fact, very different from the rumors about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor is defined as information or story that people talk about, but may not be true. I always believe that when you hear a rumor, at least 10% of the elements are true, otherwise no one would have came up with the idea. However I am also aware of the possibility of 'salt and vinegar' added on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many encounter in life such as those in Story 2 have proved me wrong, leading me to readjust my perception and attitude towards rumors. Hence, at this point of my life, I see that rumors serves as a warning to be cautious, but one should not readily act in accordance to the rumors, for that I would not have made a good friend like Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-5540726374619472479?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5540726374619472479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/rumors-girl-who-used-to-steal-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5540726374619472479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5540726374619472479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/rumors-girl-who-used-to-steal-her.html' title='Rumors - The Girl who used to &apos;Steal&apos; Her Friend&apos;s Clothes'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-6191217381508579792</id><published>2010-01-11T11:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:54:19.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreams - Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0sG4SVQbpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LM9O0tTS_Nk/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0sG4SVQbpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LM9O0tTS_Nk/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425437740161330834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia provides a thorough definition for friendship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;b&gt;Friendship&lt;/b&gt; is the cooperative and supportive relationship between people. In this sense, the term connotes a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpersonal_relationship" title="Interpersonal relationship"&gt;relationship&lt;/a&gt; which involves mutual &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knowledge" title="Knowledge"&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esteem" title="Esteem" class="mw-redirect"&gt;esteem&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection" title="Affection"&gt;affection&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Respect" title="Respect"&gt;respect&lt;/a&gt; along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis. Friends will welcome each other's company and exhibit &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loyalty" title="Loyalty"&gt;loyalty&lt;/a&gt; towards each other, often to the point of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altruism" title="Altruism"&gt;altruism&lt;/a&gt;. Their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taste_%28aesthetics%29" title="Taste (aesthetics)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;tastes&lt;/a&gt; will usually be similar and may converge, and they will share enjoyable &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Activities" title="Activities" class="mw-redirect"&gt;activities&lt;/a&gt;. They will also engage in mutually helping &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_behavior" title="Human behavior"&gt;behavior&lt;/a&gt;, such as the exchange of advice and the sharing of hardship. A friend is someone who may often demonstrate reciprocating and reflective &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behavior" title="Behavior"&gt;behaviors&lt;/a&gt;. Yet for some, the practical execution of friendship is little more than the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trust_%28sociology%29" title="Trust (sociology)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;trust&lt;/a&gt; that someone will not harm them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I would like to add other points where:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend should always find time to catch up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend should never believe nor participate in rumors or bad things said about their friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Etc...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I was friends with Anne as long as I can remember, we were not best friends by definition but I'd always like to think so. As we grew older, we tried to keep in touch. But some time ago, Anne stopped calling, messaging, or even saying hello. I thought she must be busy with work or her bf, but after a long while, I start to believe that I was only giving myself excuses on her behalf. It must also be my fault as I did not make the first move either after the long 'pause' in our friendship. I just can't stop imagining what is the reason behind all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Anne's personality as being someone very suspicious, I would conclude that she must have heard something about me and decided to stay away. Especially given the fact that her close friends does not particularly 'like' me. I am at times upset bout the situation but try hard to convince myself that she must be busy with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got up from a nightmare. I dream of Anne and our friendship. In my dreams, she decided to end our friendship and I found out that I was betrayed by others as they told her on me. It seem so real, just like what I expect in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit it being just a dream with no credentials, together with my all time belief that dream is the 'opposite' of real life, for once I decide to take this dream as a direct signal. Anne may not be trying to end our friendship, but it is a fact that she did not bother keeping in touch for a long time, and true friends do not act so. I guess I was the only one believing a strong friendship existed between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my comfort, my all time best friend, Rachel, also appeared in my dream. In my dream, when I was humiliated and betrayed, she stood firmly right next to me. And just as I feel that I have not heard from Tammy for a long time, I received a wall post from her yesterday. And as I seek comfort when I got up from my nightmare, Candy was there. With all the coincidences, how am I not to believe the nightmare is real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-6191217381508579792?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/6191217381508579792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6191217381508579792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6191217381508579792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-friendship.html' title='Dreams - Friendship'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0sG4SVQbpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LM9O0tTS_Nk/s72-c/IMG_0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-8052297291688728594</id><published>2010-01-08T15:02:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:13:40.474Z</updated><title type='text'>雪上加霜</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;比喻接连遭受灾难，损害愈加严重。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To add frost to the snow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arson Attack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Friday, 8th January 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0dWzvi2fiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jcdTW5a-f20/s1600-h/bombapjok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0dWzvi2fiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jcdTW5a-f20/s400/bombapjok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424399723127012898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a crime is committed, for no doubt the criminal would be condemned.&lt;br /&gt;When a felon is committed, for no doubt the felony would be despised.&lt;br /&gt;When an arson is committed, for no doubt the arsonists would be castigated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those who are not directly involved yet gave unnecessarily drastic opinions, you are neither pardoned from the sinful conduct by 'adding salt and vinegar'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of peace, a crime committed is an offense. In times of unrest, mere encouragements of antagonistic sentiments serves as equally as an offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious issues have been a sensitive topic as long as one can remember. At critical points, to speak could 'add frost to the snow', rendering 'silence is golden'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-8052297291688728594?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/8052297291688728594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8052297291688728594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8052297291688728594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='雪上加霜'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0dWzvi2fiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jcdTW5a-f20/s72-c/bombapjok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-8115657582958752193</id><published>2010-01-07T22:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:48:22.864Z</updated><title type='text'>Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0ZifHEiALI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8C2BjcvBeUc/s1600-h/Beyond-The-Realm-Of-Conscience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0ZifHEiALI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8C2BjcvBeUc/s400/Beyond-The-Realm-Of-Conscience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424131087827861682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received a parcel from home with the 'Beyond The Realm of Conscience' dvd and a book. I feel like an addict as I crave for TVB drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I received my 'drug' I quickly gave myself a fix. I remember my first year in Cardiff University, I spent my Christmas holiday watching some old Hong Kong drama, 10 hours in a row. I always wanna know wad comes next! Nonetheless, I felt really dizzy and sick after the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This round, I became smarter, hehehe, I try to control... When mum asked which episode I am at, I sinfully replied that I finished almost half in less than 3 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-8115657582958752193?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/8115657582958752193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/poison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8115657582958752193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8115657582958752193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/poison.html' title='Poison'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0ZifHEiALI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8C2BjcvBeUc/s72-c/Beyond-The-Realm-Of-Conscience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-1379276010026003107</id><published>2010-01-06T08:59:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:10:02.816Z</updated><title type='text'>The Tea-Ceremony</title><content type='html'>Last night before I went to sleep, for no reason I felt very emotional. I remember looking through my relative's wedding pictures and the tea ceremony caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Chinese customs, the tea ceremony is an important event on the wedding day. The bride and the groom would offer tea to the elderly and give away red packets to the younger ones. I always enjoyed this part when I attend weddings, mainly excited to see what jewelery the bride receives for offering 'tea'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was going through my relative's wedding pictures, I saw one on the tea ceremony with my grandmother, and wondered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'why is the chair next to her empty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not look right to me, as though something was missing. Only a few seconds later I realized that my Grandfather, whom was always by my grandmother's side, has passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0RVsVuC2LI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BnAmIfwfrlA/s1600-h/19064_237113408483_533143483_3080774_6962184_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0RVsVuC2LI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BnAmIfwfrlA/s320/19064_237113408483_533143483_3080774_6962184_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423554071493793970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being far away from home, although I am well aware about the fact of my Grandfather's passing, I somehow feel that my sub-conscious mind is still unable to digest the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I feel deeply sorry for my grandmother having to say goodbye to someone so special, someone whom stayed by her side almost all her life. For that I can only imagine the torment she undergoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0RdYjWFlBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ALYMbpEeiog/s1600-h/0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0RdYjWFlBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ALYMbpEeiog/s320/0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423562527647044626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up and hand-in-hand on the Phunk-Night Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0Rd0roMlxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0-krQXGj4tE/s1600-h/P9220029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0Rd0roMlxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0-krQXGj4tE/s320/P9220029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423563010906822418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Farewell dinner before leaving to UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its undeniable that my grandparents are a very loving, many couples are envious of them both. My Grandfather is a very kind, loving and caring man, and it shall be remembered this way eternally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-1379276010026003107?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/1379276010026003107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/tea-ceremony.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1379276010026003107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1379276010026003107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/tea-ceremony.html' title='The Tea-Ceremony'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0RVsVuC2LI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BnAmIfwfrlA/s72-c/19064_237113408483_533143483_3080774_6962184_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-7396119803943033393</id><published>2010-01-04T20:28:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:02:32.764Z</updated><title type='text'>Chef in making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday Skarbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got excited and all to prepare a special dinner on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JUjka2IeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/226i-ghIs2U/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JUjka2IeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/226i-ghIs2U/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989871355929058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fresh Herbs chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JUCUtIqwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xKoaA6hmdhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JUCUtIqwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xKoaA6hmdhQ/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989300201990914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Massive amount of beef stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JTg0DQFOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kHRJ3rlD3VE/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JTg0DQFOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kHRJ3rlD3VE/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422988724500698338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Setting the ambience right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JTUJ8k0-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/NjesCzealhA/s1600-h/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JTUJ8k0-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/NjesCzealhA/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422988507039978466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;French Onion Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JS8MJBR1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/26xv2Y4hWks/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JS8MJBR1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/26xv2Y4hWks/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422988095312185170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chianti Beef with Thyme Potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JSoiIQGQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BY049ha-erM/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JSoiIQGQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BY049ha-erM/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422987757617158402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pineapple upside down cake (see, it never fails to turn out wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JSIdqYyBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/v2GwCT04alk/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JSIdqYyBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/v2GwCT04alk/s200/IMG_0550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422987206662342674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smoke was oozing and the house looked as though it was on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JRjoARDyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tQvuVbN84FQ/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JRjoARDyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tQvuVbN84FQ/s400/IMG_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422986573783306018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetheart, I'm really sorry that the cake did not turn out right (as expected) but I'm just so bad at baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-7396119803943033393?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7396119803943033393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/chef-in-making.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7396119803943033393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7396119803943033393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/chef-in-making.html' title='Chef in making'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/S0JUjka2IeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/226i-ghIs2U/s72-c/IMG_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-3813558995752505301</id><published>2010-01-04T19:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:06:03.527Z</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year Resolution 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read (Complete) a book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go for picnic in the park.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn / master Polish Language.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get a job.&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit Norway.&lt;br /&gt;6. Support a cause.&lt;br /&gt;7. Join clubs and societies.&lt;br /&gt;8. Get out of bed before 9am.&lt;br /&gt;9. Explore London.&lt;br /&gt;10. Remember birthdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-3813558995752505301?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/3813558995752505301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/3813558995752505301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/3813558995752505301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-2239599704415065458</id><published>2009-12-27T17:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:26:19.197Z</updated><title type='text'>Moo-moo University</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kermit the Frog &amp;amp; Miss Piggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SzeYWNukdqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LwgkZfL4VZQ/s1600-h/kermit.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SzeYWNukdqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LwgkZfL4VZQ/s400/kermit.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419968183973213858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kermit the Frog got an offer letter from Moo-moo University!!! Yahoooo....... Miss Piggy then felt the need to open her chicken backside mouth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Miss Piggy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nowadays ar, its so easy to get into Universities like Penang-bridge University, Moo-moo University or Harry-Porter University, if you have the $$$ then apa pun boleh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kermit the Frog: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, I did not know that and I assume you applied yourself and thus concluded with this idea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Miss Piggy: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No la, other people tell me one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kermit the Frog: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see. So I again assume that if others tell you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PIGS LIKE YOU FLIES&lt;/span&gt; in the sky with their trotters, you would readily trust it to be true and eagerly spread the similar idea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Miss Piggy: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhh uuhh ..&lt;/span&gt;" (pissed off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kermit the Frog: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chill chill my friend, I'm joking, HA ahahah HA Hhaahha...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Especially dedicated to those insolent, bitter Miss Piggies out there. If you are not certain about getting the last laugh, try to save yourself from the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-2239599704415065458?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/2239599704415065458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/moo-moo-university.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2239599704415065458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2239599704415065458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/moo-moo-university.html' title='Moo-moo University'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SzeYWNukdqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LwgkZfL4VZQ/s72-c/kermit.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-8920549397596045570</id><published>2009-12-18T00:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:26:17.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Victory Is Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SyrLOWAVV0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/aqjyQfSRzrE/s1600-h/Stewie-family-guy-79270_545_598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SyrLOWAVV0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/aqjyQfSRzrE/s400/Stewie-family-guy-79270_545_598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416364949152028482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Stewie in Family Guy. I love everything about him! And I like it most when I too get to say,  "Victory Is Mine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those ........ Die Die Die !!! xoxo SteWieeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-8920549397596045570?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/8920549397596045570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/victory-is-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8920549397596045570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8920549397596045570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/victory-is-mine.html' title='Victory Is Mine'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SyrLOWAVV0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/aqjyQfSRzrE/s72-c/Stewie-family-guy-79270_545_598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-2767359245966944100</id><published>2009-12-15T18:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:48:57.498Z</updated><title type='text'>It snowed in my Kitchen today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting colder by the day and there was even some fake moments of small snow shower in London when I was out on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my plan is to do as much of grocery shopping to equip myself for the baking battle tmr! And also to prepare the dinner for tmr and the day after. So while I was marinating the chicken, I reached for the sugar jar n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pooops&lt;/span&gt;, the jar fell on the floor n 'snowflakes' scattered around my kitchen. And I have clean up the mess after the so call excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for T's birthday and xmas present. Only managed to get the bday present, really dunno wad to get him for xmas. I wanted to buy a hat for myself in UGG and have been contemplating since Saturday. I went to the UGG concept store and tried it on again n again and decided not to buy it afterall. Then b4 I leave for home, I thought I should get it anyway. As I approach the shop, there was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Loooooooong&lt;/span&gt; que, OUTSIDE THE SHOP. I guess its fate that I will have to freeze in Poland. They say its so cold there, so I'm preparing myself to become some sort of frozen jerky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-2767359245966944100?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/2767359245966944100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-snowed-in-my-kitchen-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2767359245966944100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2767359245966944100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-snowed-in-my-kitchen-today.html' title='It snowed in my Kitchen today'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-5797246774766354840</id><published>2009-12-14T21:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:18:21.179Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm so anxious !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's T's birthday in a few days and this time, I have to bake a cake. How smart of me to ask for a homemade cake for my birthday and now I have to return the favor in kind. I'm such a lousy baker... *panic  panic* I feel so stress coz every time I bake something, it never fail to come out &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore my solution to this problem is to bake 2 cakes! If one fail, the other should make up for it, if both fail, he should understand and we will buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm gonna make this Chianti Beef I made last year on his birthday. Well the reason is that this Chianti Beef could not be more troublesome than anything else in the world, you have to marinate for at least 24 hours, n then cook for like 3 hours. So unless the occasion is special, or I'm bored out of my mind, I will &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; resort to this recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anxious!! I'm a perfectionist when it comes to planning and organising. Everything &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; fall in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-5797246774766354840?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5797246774766354840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-anxious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5797246774766354840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5797246774766354840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-anxious.html' title='I&apos;m so anxious !!'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-7813723653148329875</id><published>2009-12-12T22:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:03:32.759Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmad Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Christmas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious and everyone knows that xmas is near, so there is no need for me to restate the cliche that 'Xmas is around the corner'. We know, everyone knows, no need to get so excited since it is yearly. Maybe I have not celebrated one xmas that I so truly enjoyed, thus unable to decipher the excitement others so passionately possess. However, yes however, things might change! I'm heading to Poland this time to celebrate xmas and I'm looking forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did ALL my xmas shopping today with T. We are indeed efficient since we managed to complete the shopping in one day! Of coz some planning and detailed considerations were involved b4 we headed the high streets. I hope we got all the right stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, the Chistmad Shopping is even crazier... the streets were soooo filled by human traffic, u see a pool of people squashing each other. Hamleys (the big-ass toy store) is the worse. Luckily we didn't need to buy any gifts for kids otherwise we will be joining the Chrismad shopping crowd in Hamleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Boorish Saleslady..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking to purchase a new eye cream, I headed to counter A n started my enquiry. The cosmetic department was packed with people, except at counter A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"So, what type of eye cream you have?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"We have these two." (and she started recommending me the more expensive one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; "This is an intensive moisturizing cream and does its job perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"So, wad is the difference between these two?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"IT IS GBP XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"So, wad is the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......... +++++ Saleslady's assuming and contemptuous attitude persist ++++++.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did she gave me a poor recommendation that reflects no knowledge on her company's product, but her package came along with a plus attitude. Of coz I did not purchase from that counter. I might be able to forgive such poor customer service if the counter was busy, but it was empty and I believe the saleslady have no excuse for her behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away and another saleslady from counter B asked if I would like to try their product!? Yes yes, just the attention I would like at this moment. Attitude counts when you are in the service sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Boyfriend Criteria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl deserves to be loved. I swear I did not know that. Anyway, if you already know this and is looking to have the partner that would make you feel so, here's a lil tip. Go shopping with him! You will know what kind of person he is and what type of person he can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this for certain coz I played the GUY part for a few weeks when shopping for suits and shoes with my bf. DAMN!!!! Its really boring ok, esp the fact that there is nothing in that store that can possibly 'benefit' you. Worst still, I have to say things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it looks great!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, Maybe you should try another."&lt;br /&gt;"You should make sure you like it and not worry bout taking the time to choose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although lying and saying yes serves me better **painful honesty**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it and u will know the suffering. And for normal guys who lacks the inherent proclivity for shopping, their sacrifice is surely more significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;To my horror..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner and I bumped into some old acquaintances. What more can be worse than bumping into the unexpected? I quickly asked my friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey check, check, check me out, quick, quick, quick, do I look ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you bump into the unexpected, you just wanna make sure you look so darn good ok! The interesting part is that I was once told by A1 that A1 despises this person, blank blank blank and how disgusting this person is. But I see A1 dining with this person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unfortunate that we did not have the opportunity to learn more about each other, but I guess it serves the better good. I am glad that I have escaped from the lifestyle that I had once so blindly led. Networking, socializing, backstabbing, double-meanings, conspiring, ... I'm no where near kidding bout these facts. I'm not asserting that these people lead a miserable life, some might just like it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-7813723653148329875?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7813723653148329875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmad-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7813723653148329875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7813723653148329875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmad-shopping.html' title='Christmad Shopping'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-5499414508654190675</id><published>2009-12-08T08:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:51:12.517Z</updated><title type='text'>Strong Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, the bed is where I ponder so restlessly, hoping to fall asleep as quickly as possible so that no time will be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, the bed draws a strong attraction on me, drawing me so deeply into my slumber and refusing to allow me to get up. Yes, I blame the bed. Ever feel like there is a strong force preventing you from getting up? Additionally, there is this interesting nightmare 'adventure' going on where I am ever so eager to continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the regret, I wasted another 30min, 1 hour, 2 hour in bed. Today I'm particularly upset with myself as I promised T last night that I will make him breakfast. Out of 2months + (60+ days) I only recall doing so 2x! wad a shame. Yet he never blames me and say I should sleep more. And whenever I got up, he already left home for work, and have even washed up for the breakfast he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna believe that I will get up early and do what I think I ought to and not waste time in bed, esp excusing myself with lame reasons like 'Its the bed's fault'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-5499414508654190675?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5499414508654190675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/strong-attraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5499414508654190675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5499414508654190675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/strong-attraction.html' title='Strong Attraction'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-4374898731621774775</id><published>2009-12-05T23:14:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:50:21.964Z</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gone are the days where I hear the word 'nostalgic' being used so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Sxr22iM-QfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0khzgLaUP5A/s1600-h/Amy+Winehouse+-+Back+To+Black+Single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Sxr22iM-QfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0khzgLaUP5A/s320/Amy+Winehouse+-+Back+To+Black+Single.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411909318993658354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Amy Winehouse - Back to Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone are busy obsessing over Gaga's Bad Romance, this piece struck me (while I was doing dishes yesterday). Call me archaic, should it be the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-63dcb17368fbc36" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D063dcb17368fbc36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331285593%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1370850D1C716A1A08735712316B7EAE5A8F6ECF.8629CC895F62DAD6C919CB44170045CB9C5ECA67%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63dcb17368fbc36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaOb02oPFIZGoh0dHNA4qQzFNx_I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D063dcb17368fbc36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331285593%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1370850D1C716A1A08735712316B7EAE5A8F6ECF.8629CC895F62DAD6C919CB44170045CB9C5ECA67%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63dcb17368fbc36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaOb02oPFIZGoh0dHNA4qQzFNx_I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is the way this song sounds, kinda me-type. I like Amy Winehouse, the style, the manner, the fashion, the poise. Someone that is of her own-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-4374898731621774775?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/4374898731621774775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4374898731621774775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4374898731621774775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Sxr22iM-QfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0khzgLaUP5A/s72-c/Amy+Winehouse+-+Back+To+Black+Single.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-5971603305458565344</id><published>2009-12-03T09:29:00.022Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:25:55.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Evaluation of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is the new year resolution I composed some time ago in 2008. Let's review and see how many was achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Lead a Proper Student Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;- YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the third year in Cardiff, i finally get to experience being more like a student. Cooking my own meals, living in 'student zone', partying with friends. I can't believe I missed all the fun in the first two years. Its good that I made changes to my previous ritual lifestyle. Life is about experiencing different things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeMppbb4cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/STSj9nXg-9s/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeMppbb4cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/STSj9nXg-9s/s320/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410948124432392642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Sleep before 1130pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;- Sort of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to my very disciplined darling, at least I dun sleep after 3am. I'm really amazed that he can always go to bed early, not to mention, waking up early!! Guess my new year resolution for 2010 should include getting up early as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeMexIC0UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WFkwrAUZXi0/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeMexIC0UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WFkwrAUZXi0/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410947937519980866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Go for running &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;- Not reall&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I really want to but... I mean I bought all the stuff for running, shoes, jumper, .... I thought I would do it since I paid for the stuff. but But.. its jus kinda too exhausting for me.. Will see how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Revise econometrics &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" &gt;- Kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I did try and look through the book properly and attend tutorials, but its just so tempting to skip that boring Eview lab session. I guess I deserve the 2 points away from First Class for Econometrics, but hey, I did look at the things I need. I know thoroughly wad a regression is ah-ha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Learn cooking&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; - Absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm kinda good at it now (at least I'd like to imagine so). I can make many different dishes, but sometimes I would still either cut or burn myself. But that doesn't mean I dunno how to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Save some money? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; need to since I decided to loan my expenses after Graduating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I think we should all have some money saved as bond or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Apply for postgraduate &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Yes I did &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I applied to so many and I might wanna consider killing myself if I don't get them. Maybe I will have to decide now how to die coz it seem like I'm not getting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Call home at least once in 2 weeks (preferably once a week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so, however I only called Grandma. Sorry everyone else, she is the most beloved of all! By the way, its not like any of you wanna hear from me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;** Family **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeL0e-Jz0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/l3m91d0-Q2M/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeL0e-Jz0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/l3m91d0-Q2M/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410947211092152130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Talk to rachel at least once in 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say talk, it can be skype, it can even be emails! so yes, I did keep a close touch with my bestie although there are always 'barriers' i.e., Mr How Sern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;' Oh I have to go now coz how sern...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;' Hey I can only talk for a while coz how sern is ....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;' I'm out now with how sern so...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;' I haven't seen how sern for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;A FEW HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; so I have to accompany him now...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeLknJ9-eI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uLgU2W8ReqE/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeLknJ9-eI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uLgU2W8ReqE/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410946938411284962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;10. Experience love without analysing cost and benefits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;- hmmm, yea, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz I love you and with all my heart, but love is not blind and thank god I still see you when the smoke is gone! I try to not be calculative but you gave me no reason for the need to even try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeLNzkf07I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/omSPmHX2msI/s1600-h/IMG00005-20091010-1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeLNzkf07I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/omSPmHX2msI/s320/IMG00005-20091010-1822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410946546606789554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Stop being a bitch when i met new people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;- You tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have been nice to most of the new friends I met. OK I know this is not true, I'm mean most of the time, I know but ... But at least I can think of one new friend that I was nice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeK-O7HuOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uk6cMBjqBsk/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeK-O7HuOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uk6cMBjqBsk/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410946279071529186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12. Do NOT talk like a bitch except to close ones &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;- failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just cant help it. I'm just me. And its difficult not to be me. I hate to dissemble but I understand that it is necessary at times. But still... (I realise I've been using alot of BUTs, I should stop excusing myself and learn learn leARN!) Rachel, you pic is posted along with this note coz u r my bitching partner!! nothing is better that this form of pleasure, esp with a partner like YoU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeKwOsQmTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gJ3qFI8r75w/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeKwOsQmTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gJ3qFI8r75w/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410946038491027762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. DO NOT reveal yourself too much at the very 1st conversation with others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;- failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse: The same as point 12. I'm just bad at dissembling, and kinda despise such acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14. Only allowed to buy 1 bag for the year * except if i get a 1st&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- yes, strict quota!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So I did try to stick to my 1 bag! It was an unexpected buy, I love it so much even after months! Especially given that T says its the nicest among all my bags! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Also, I love the fact that when I asked for T's opinion on the purchase, he responded with alacrity (but i suspect he faked it). However its the thought of faking it that counts. At least he dun give harsh and mean comments like you-know-who, saying that its stupid to buy it...... bla bla bla.. See,  guys like T are the ones girls should have, someone to share your joy, not someone that tries to hamper them every chance they can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeKboQ440I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2J2_gj48GMg/s1600-h/4928_216408940216_802490216_7322949_2636564_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeKboQ440I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2J2_gj48GMg/s320/4928_216408940216_802490216_7322949_2636564_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410945684578296642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15. Get a 1st &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;- HELL YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'd like to think that I totally deserve it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeJsZJu93I/AAAAAAAAADw/yt04wIj0Tm4/s1600-h/IMG_4056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeJsZJu93I/AAAAAAAAADw/yt04wIj0Tm4/s320/IMG_4056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410944873067902834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Spend at least 6hours in the library each week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;- where would u think the 1st came from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily I have a companion who is as keen on striving for excellence! Days spent with Elin in the library and at home was such sweet memories! I loved it although it was more of the suffering than fun!! We have everything planned for 1-2 months, schedule, dinner..... I had so much fun with you and I learned to know you better, way better! You are such a good friend and I know that for sure coz I LIVED with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeJKOZS1kI/AAAAAAAAADo/B1dNZs41m0A/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeJKOZS1kI/AAAAAAAAADo/B1dNZs41m0A/s320/DSC00184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410944286064825922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;17. Keep my mouth shut more often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;- Kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, but if I have to say, I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;18. Say nice things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;- Sort ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try try try.... I think I did. Although I remember this tirade I got from rachel that reproved my claim for success on this point. She thinks I'm harsh and mean with my words!!! well maybe.. anyway you deserve to know that I have plans to change and I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** seeeee, I can be nice **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeI6VJLMMI/AAAAAAAAADg/02RTMRsey8I/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeI6VJLMMI/AAAAAAAAADg/02RTMRsey8I/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410944012998357186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;19. Get wasted at least once in 3 months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;- hmm yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how sad 3 months sound!! I should probably get wasted every month at least? But I guess its not worth going through that next morning trauma... Tommy is a good party companion! I'm sure none will second that he lights up the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeImvsxrUI/AAAAAAAAADY/EJrs_69xhfw/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeImvsxrUI/AAAAAAAAADY/EJrs_69xhfw/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410943676529618242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Learn to make cocktails &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this is the only one that I did not even attempt to try! But if you consider Sangria acceptable, I have completed my list! At least its Nov now which means I still get the chance to do it before 2009 ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-5971603305458565344?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5971603305458565344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/evaluation-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5971603305458565344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5971603305458565344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/12/evaluation-of-2009.html' title='Evaluation of 2009'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SxeMppbb4cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/STSj9nXg-9s/s72-c/DSC00203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-7701368607984411012</id><published>2009-11-28T21:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:33:07.868Z</updated><title type='text'>Typical Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is a typical Saturday, got up late, had bfast and went shopping. Every week its oxford street and bond street, bond street then regent street......... not that we love that place but its the most convenient, every thing can be sought there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suit hunting for T, then shoe hunting. Russell &amp;amp; Broomley really do great man's shoes. Sometimes i wish im a guy so i can pull off that sleek look!! I will definitely be like a dandy, nothing to be ashamed of!! *crazy me* It rained so much towards the end of our day and its getting so much colder now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere was so crowded, the que at the tills in all stores are filled with people, not so much of the window shopping the recession is suppose to expect. Xmas is round the corner and I have been contemplating wad presents to buy? I guess i can only truly enjoy this process after the exam =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although today is just another typical Saturday, it just feels different.&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/2106643120588736984-7701368607984411012?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7701368607984411012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/typical-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7701368607984411012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7701368607984411012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/typical-saturday.html' title='Typical Saturday'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-3469356827517550192</id><published>2009-11-27T09:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:43:00.681Z</updated><title type='text'>GRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Sw-eD7GdGMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7cC0z0uhHqw/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Sw-eD7GdGMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7cC0z0uhHqw/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408715467736815810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Sw-fAkhd23I/AAAAAAAAADA/LS5TFK2N7Ok/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Sw-fAkhd23I/AAAAAAAAADA/LS5TFK2N7Ok/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408716509648116594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wad Ive been soo busy with. Another 20 days (including weekends) to go. Really worried, but wth, i have soooo many workbook to practice on. But this also mean that i have no excuse to not do well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be on the track with the maths now, need to brush up a lil more on the verbal, and then the dreadful AWA (essay).... Ive been soo bored with it, yst when my mum's fren called me to meet up, I immediately agreed!! N tmr T wants to go shopping, i really shdn't but I feel so stuck with this GRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uoo, yesterday i finally bought a matching belt for this shirt that i purchased 2 years ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-3469356827517550192?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/3469356827517550192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/gre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/3469356827517550192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/3469356827517550192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/gre.html' title='GRE'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Sw-eD7GdGMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7cC0z0uhHqw/s72-c/IMG_0534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-2090407010431342328</id><published>2009-11-22T20:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:41:08.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Lamb Shank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its Sunday so i have more time to make dinner =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwmgPUVgCjI/AAAAAAAAACw/fwYirmztZdc/s1600/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407029012652362290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwmgPUVgCjI/AAAAAAAAACw/fwYirmztZdc/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salt bus and Pepper bus beep BeeP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Swme3EWaiDI/AAAAAAAAACo/eGJ-4r-OBys/s1600/IMG_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407027496532740146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Swme3EWaiDI/AAAAAAAAACo/eGJ-4r-OBys/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lamb Shank is my all time favourite n this is the best among my other lamb shank recipes... ahem, actually i've only tried 2 different recipes, there's a new recipe with mustard but im just lazy to try new stuff. You'll need a casserol, an oven and almost 3 hours to make it.. oops!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ i made muffins on saturday, banana crumb muffin! they taste nice but lookss.... will post em when i have nicer pics (results) !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lamb shanks&lt;br /&gt;salt and ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;50g butter&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp dark brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp sheery vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;5 garlic gloves&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp of ground tumeric, nutmeg, cumin and coriander ( i know its alot of spices )&lt;br /&gt;350ml of chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;Handful of dried apricot, prunes, jumbo sultanas and pine nuts ( kinda optional )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preheat oven to 160 C&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Season lamb shank with sald and pepper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heat oilve oil in a pan and fry lamb shank on all sides until golden brown. (start cutting the onions). Set lamb shank aside in a casserol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melt butter in the pan,add onions and gently fry for 20min until onions are soft and translucent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir in the sugar, vinegar and other spices and continue frying for 10 minutes until onions are nicely caramelised.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir in stocks and the optional ingredients.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, pour the mixture into the casserol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake in oven for 2.5 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its actually realli simple after a few attempts. muahah! Enjoy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-2090407010431342328?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/2090407010431342328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/lamb-shank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2090407010431342328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2090407010431342328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/lamb-shank.html' title='Lamb Shank'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwmgPUVgCjI/AAAAAAAAACw/fwYirmztZdc/s72-c/IMG_0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-4656835649325413529</id><published>2009-11-20T10:13:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:28:06.852Z</updated><title type='text'>TRajan's Self Punishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gossip Girl: Season 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZsEw2rcCI/AAAAAAAAACY/r0e0iA7E7OY/s1600/gossip-girl-season-3-promo-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406127231794376738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZsEw2rcCI/AAAAAAAAACY/r0e0iA7E7OY/s400/gossip-girl-season-3-promo-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;T made me very very angry the day before. As always he thought he could get away with it the next day, by wishfully hoping that i will forget about it. NO WAY, not this time (i thought).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was planning to give him the cold shoulder, for as long as i could! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our relationship started with GG, I told him i wanna watch it n he helped me download them. n back then, he said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'oh honey, i would watch anything as long as its watching with you.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yea right, just a year later.. hmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'honey, it is alright if i watch GG until i finish my cake n i will do smt else then?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;' dun u think GG is stupid? my ear hurts when i hear their voices.............'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that is how our story is like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, back to the pissing me part, as he comes home, he knew things r not right. So smartie came up with a plan! He &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Self punished&lt;/span&gt; himself!! he suggested watching GG.. n stayed till the whole episode ended, without a single complain or comment on how his ear hurts n how stupid it is. Furthermore, after it finished, he asked, so u wanna continue?? hmmmmm OK, you are no longer guilty honey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know how much u dislike (hate) GG, so, smart choice. I'm gonna love u again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-4656835649325413529?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/4656835649325413529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/trajans-self-punishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4656835649325413529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/4656835649325413529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/trajans-self-punishment.html' title='TRajan&apos;s Self Punishment'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZsEw2rcCI/AAAAAAAAACY/r0e0iA7E7OY/s72-c/gossip-girl-season-3-promo-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-7691301006810130329</id><published>2009-11-20T09:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:12:35.287Z</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is such a belated bday cake!! Blame it on the house-moving, the lack of internet broadband, the this the that, but we all know ..... However it was great! n it totally surprised me, i mean the result, it taste kinda nice. Maybe my darling is a born baker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZpT8Pdm-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/BHwPq3W_W7M/s1600/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406124194014272482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZpT8Pdm-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/BHwPq3W_W7M/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZpFvV55cI/AAAAAAAAACI/3KtT1heubmM/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406123950033462722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZpFvV55cI/AAAAAAAAACI/3KtT1heubmM/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Daaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZouqHUp1I/AAAAAAAAACA/L2C498CiWs0/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406123553493133138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZouqHUp1I/AAAAAAAAACA/L2C498CiWs0/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we jst finished the cake yesterday, after 5 days! T sugessted 'o no more cakes we gotta make new ones again.' hmmmm i thought, eating them 365 days a years?? Im not sure about that honey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-7691301006810130329?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7691301006810130329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7691301006810130329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7691301006810130329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate-cake.html' title='Chocolate Cake'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZpT8Pdm-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/BHwPq3W_W7M/s72-c/IMG_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-1686921445079605971</id><published>2009-11-16T10:17:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:40:22.538Z</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Choo for H&amp;M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th November 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Launching of Jimmy Choo for H&amp;amp;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oxford street outlet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406118255420496594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZj6RQX2tI/AAAAAAAAABw/qccp0RgWDXY/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406118050268862274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZjuVAaV0I/AAAAAAAAABo/p_uSCKtdS44/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Result!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406119622654248114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZlJ2mTRLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VLcCP4WqgBU/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I did not intend to participate in this mania even after seeing The Jimmy Choo for H&amp;amp;M advert everywhere in london, the billboards, busses etc.. Worst still, i did not even know when it is launching, i thought it is already happening when i saw the adverts. On saturday, me n T decided that we will go to M&amp;amp;S to shop for his pyjamas, went to the largest M&amp;amp;S n Marble Arch, n as we walked along Oxford Street... ahem, 'how come so many ppl bagging this stylish purple bag??'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The more i see it... the more i go 'OK, must check it out at least'. so i went into the nearest H&amp;amp;M. T went into another shop to look for his stuff n said he will find me in H&amp;amp;M later, ok, cool!! hahah.. To my HORROR... the que to the second floor (where the Jimmy Choos are) in H&amp;amp;M started from the ground floor. I thought, yea y not. After 30min when we finally got up there, another que again!! crazyyy.... T came after a while n joined me. I told him i must see wad is on with my own eyes, must QUE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway our long que was rather dreadful but went well with some chats with this lovely gal behind us. Anyway i bagged 3 shoes, the gladiator, the red n the zebra, one each for the deserving ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-1686921445079605971?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/1686921445079605971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/jimmy-choo-for-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1686921445079605971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/1686921445079605971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/jimmy-choo-for-h.html' title='Jimmy Choo for H&amp;M'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZj6RQX2tI/AAAAAAAAABw/qccp0RgWDXY/s72-c/DSC00448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-8731502371647087024</id><published>2009-11-13T19:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:18:10.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Broadband!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprisingly, O2 does great broadband!! It is activated in less than 5 days! Maybe just for my area, but they were realli effective, not to mention extremely cheap! Being an existing O2 customer, i get further discounts on home broadband!! the best part is that u don;t need to have a router, O2 provides them along with their parcel! Having internet access is sooo great!! wahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch the movie 2012 in a while, i love "end of the world" movies, suits well with my nightmares themes. Lately I cant pull myself out of bed in the morning, only until I get a realli bad nightmare... This morning, it was such a random one, some fire caught a white car engine n the car sort of exploded, n flew............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway T is attempting my so belated bday cake, chocolate cake. The amount of sugar needed is crazy (2 whole cups), let's see how it gets, seriously dun sound right to me... He is following a video on youtube, not the wisest but i seriously shd not make negative comments.&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/2106643120588736984-8731502371647087024?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/8731502371647087024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/broadband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8731502371647087024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8731502371647087024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/11/broadband.html' title='Broadband!'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-2951654863351843895</id><published>2009-10-30T17:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:45:29.738Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to the toilet that FLoODss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Susj1BvoRaI/AAAAAAAAABg/WcbWLw-O75o/s1600-h/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Susj1BvoRaI/AAAAAAAAABg/WcbWLw-O75o/s320/IMG_0506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398447972241917346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One month stay with flooding toilet is more than enough. So glad today will be the last time! Look at the slipper shape on the floor mat, n the water on the floor at the side of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think is not that bad but it can be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye byE!!&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/2106643120588736984-2951654863351843895?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/2951654863351843895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-to-toilet-that-floodss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2951654863351843895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/2951654863351843895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-to-toilet-that-floodss.html' title='Goodbye to the toilet that FLoODss!'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/Susj1BvoRaI/AAAAAAAAABg/WcbWLw-O75o/s72-c/IMG_0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-7689722681459085043</id><published>2009-10-23T13:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:31:17.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Pink Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Primary Significance: Love, Gratitude, Appreciation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZvyaF_3lI/AAAAAAAAACg/AlrJksnA1WY/s1600/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406131314493480530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZvyaF_3lI/AAAAAAAAACg/AlrJksnA1WY/s320/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Roses have a rich history that comes with being one of the longest existing roses known to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more colors and types of roses entered the palette, each began to take on their own meanings. So too, did the meaning of the pink rose become more refined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Above all, roses are a symbol for love and gratitude. As the pink rose was the most prevalent among the old garden roses, it was most strongly associated with these sentiments. Pink roses also now carry a connotation of grace and elegance, as well as sweetness and poetic romance. Different shades of pink also carry their own significance. Dark pink roses are symbolic of gratitude and appreciation, and are a traditional way to send a message of thanks. Light pink roses are associated with gentleness and admiration, and can also be used as an expression of sympathy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Today, pink roses enjoy their own unique position representing elegance and refinement, as well as communicating thanks and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-7689722681459085043?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7689722681459085043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7689722681459085043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7689722681459085043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-roses.html' title='Pink Roses'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SwZvyaF_3lI/AAAAAAAAACg/AlrJksnA1WY/s72-c/DSC00445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-7317269095512949798</id><published>2009-10-21T10:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:26:29.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking the Perfect Steak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SuAkfyZLmmI/AAAAAAAAABY/8YmeiJUsANM/s1600-h/meat-steak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SuAkfyZLmmI/AAAAAAAAABY/8YmeiJUsANM/s320/meat-steak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395352482111789666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Cooking the perfect steak can be a challenge, even for top chefs. That’s  because smaller cuts of meat can dry out easily or cook too quickly so they  become dry, tough or leathery. Use a heavy frying pan or  griddle (ridged pan) rather than an electric grill as you can control the  temperature more easily.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Step 1&lt;/b&gt; – Prepare the steaks  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; • Allow to come to room temperature (for about 20 minutes).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Step 2&lt;/b&gt; – Preheat your pan  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; • Heat a griddle or frying pan over a high heat until hot, but not smoking.  (If the pan is too hot, the outside will burn before the inside is done, too  cold, and your steaks will be tough).  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; • Brush the steaks with oil (to avoid using too much), or pour a little oil  into the pan, and season if desired. (Canola or groundnut oil is best, but  olive oil is fine too.)  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; • When you place the steaks in the pan, a "sizzle" will tell  you if it’s hot enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Step 3&lt;/b&gt; – Cook to your liking  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; • For a medium steak: Cook on one side without touching for 3-4 minutes, then  reduce to a medium heat and cook for another 2-3 minutes.  Gently turn the steak over with a pair of tongs (don’t pierce it, or the  juices will escape), and cook for a further 6 minutes. (You can vary the  times here if you prefer a rare or well-done steak.)   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; • To test for doneness, press the steak gently with the tip of your finger.  Rare should be soft and supple, well done firm, and medium in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Step 4&lt;/b&gt; – Rest your steaks  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; • Resting is just as important as cooking, as it allows the meat to become  warm, moist and tender all the way through.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; • Remove from the pan, place on a rack and cover with foil and leave in a warm  place for up to 10 minutes. Remember it is always better to over-rest your  steaks than to under-rest them. Resting helps the meat to achieve the full  flavour and tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Step 5&lt;/b&gt; – Serve your steaks  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; • Lay your table with razor-sharp, un-serrated steak knives designed to cut  cleanly through the meat.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; • Serve your steaks on hot dinner plates, and enjoy.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-7317269095512949798?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/7317269095512949798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/cooking-perfect-steak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7317269095512949798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/7317269095512949798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/cooking-perfect-steak.html' title='Cooking the Perfect Steak'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/SuAkfyZLmmI/AAAAAAAAABY/8YmeiJUsANM/s72-c/meat-steak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-8118584548164991227</id><published>2009-10-20T17:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:33:49.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosciutto ~ Parma Ham Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/St3lyAHeMtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vZONCndQ7N0/s1600-h/parma-ham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/St3lyAHeMtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vZONCndQ7N0/s200/parma-ham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394720575847281362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my craving every morning!! A medium toast with loads of butter and a fine slice of parma ham brings you to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian dried cured ham, usually slice thin and uncooked. Can be served in various ways, as antipasto (with melons), on toast, with pasta etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it so much that i need to label it! xoxo piggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/St3lZWbPoaI/AAAAAAAAABI/zjr4xpISkJs/s1600-h/cartoonPIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/St3lZWbPoaI/AAAAAAAAABI/zjr4xpISkJs/s200/cartoonPIG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394720152339063202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-8118584548164991227?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/8118584548164991227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/prosciutto-parma-ham-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8118584548164991227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/8118584548164991227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/prosciutto-parma-ham-love.html' title='Prosciutto ~ Parma Ham Love'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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/_8R_A7G6kSwI/St3lyAHeMtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vZONCndQ7N0/s72-c/parma-ham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-9081861641811755252</id><published>2009-10-20T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:43:17.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>White Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/St3ZtcoHJqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8G7d6halNw/s1600-h/whitehair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/St3ZtcoHJqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8G7d6halNw/s320/whitehair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394707303461496482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just crossed my thought about the fact that all humans eventually becomes 'the same'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought why the Westerners have all sorts of hair and eye colour whereas Asians n Africans have only Black eye colour n Black Hair (well, near to black, or some people i know forcefully claim that their hair or eye colour is brown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk home from the post office today, I saw a very old lady with very white hair. An African lady to be specific. Then it crossed my mind that Asian, Westerner, African, Indians or any sort of ethnic origin, will grow to have white hair.. haha! Isn't that quite an interesting fact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how lame it can sound but yea, have u gave any thoughts on that b4?&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/2106643120588736984-9081861641811755252?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/9081861641811755252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/white-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9081861641811755252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/9081861641811755252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/10/white-hair.html' title='White Hair'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_A7G6kSwI/St3ZtcoHJqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8G7d6halNw/s72-c/whitehair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-5922413495019963967</id><published>2009-09-24T13:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:34:19.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangsar Sommerset Nails and Waxing</title><content type='html'>To start off, i would like to apologies to Rachel for writing this since she recommended me this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waxing was ok, quite painful but no complains since that shd b expected. Wad i didn;t like was their typical non-professional Malaysian Salon attitude for asking if i want to 'purchase' their SERUM after they did the waxing. The Serum should be provided in the 1st place ok and it  made me feel like they r trying to suck out any possible penny out of my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manicure n pedicure. Its totally horrible. The charge the normal fee for typical spa pedicure but for 1st trial, it comes free with a normal manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n my sister both did the spa pedi and i realli think it was quite a rip-off. I dunno wad brand they use for their product (Im a loyal fan of OPI) and these ppl they hire seem to be all non-locals. I have to say that they r all rather well mannered but i feel as tho they r jus like those foreign maids n trained by the owner practice mani n pedi without real certification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the part where i blow out. I dried my nails for more than 20min under the machine coz my sis's pedi keeps getting ruined. Its partially her fault for not being careful. But then, as i got home later, i found out that some of mine is ruined too! how is that possible even after i sat under that fan for 20min??!!! also, it was hours after i got home n i hav been very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, it could be me being careless. I called back to complain n see wad they could do for me. Usually Nails Salon would touch up for u the next day if its ruined. But then Sommerset say they hav to charge if its overnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i'm pissed:&lt;br /&gt;1. They use cheap product n charge more than they should.&lt;br /&gt;2. Their so called nail technician do not seem professional, jus like typical foreign maid trained by their own salon.&lt;br /&gt;3. They want to charge me 'overnight' fee for retouching their partial mistake.&lt;br /&gt;4. I live 40minutes away from them n i went all the way to pay for a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope there will be another competitor for nail and waxing that can provide far better service. There is far more for Sommerset to learn esp given the fact that their receptionist could not understand simple english when i called in to book for an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault for even proceeding after the booking through phone did not sound professionally right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-5922413495019963967?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/5922413495019963967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/09/bangsar-sommerset-nails-and-waxing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5922413495019963967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/5922413495019963967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/09/bangsar-sommerset-nails-and-waxing.html' title='Bangsar Sommerset Nails and Waxing'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106643120588736984.post-6332339826750408360</id><published>2009-07-03T19:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:57:48.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Politeness does not equal sincerity</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you think someone would regard you as a friend, but it may not necessarily be true. As we get older, its harder to make new friends. I guess it will almost never be possible for me. yes rachel lim, smile with all ur heart! n Elin, hehehe u too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if wadever im doing now is wad i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-6332339826750408360?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/6332339826750408360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/07/politeness-does-not-equal-sincerity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6332339826750408360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6332339826750408360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/07/politeness-does-not-equal-sincerity.html' title='Politeness does not equal sincerity'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-6039818131936555854</id><published>2009-06-29T12:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:25:42.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the world always fair?&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/2106643120588736984-6039818131936555854?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/6039818131936555854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/06/justice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6039818131936555854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/6039818131936555854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/06/justice.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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-2106643120588736984.post-436164750343816085</id><published>2009-06-28T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:56:53.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Start</title><content type='html'>Its summer time in the UK. Out of extreme boredom i decided that i should follow suit my young sister to start blogging!! Have never thought this would ever come true... i used to have an old so call blog, wondering if i should 'transfer' them here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is such a boring day, just like any other day for the past month. Exam was crazy n the right after it becomes the extreme opposite, having nothing to do. However i guess its ir more like in denial, since i do hav quite alot i should be preparing for but no... i prefer to laze here n keep telling myself there is nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority: I will have to do my visa application, its so complicated, i mean the application procedure and also the situation that i am suppose to live towards. omg job seeking etc... how? how how??? Well at least im glad that i got the results i desired and can proceed with my plan on master application. Hard work does pay off, but im not sure if this statement is 100% applicable to all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so boring, everyday i get up, late, then have my so call breakfast, then wash up the dishes and 'myself', then check email, facebook..... sticking to the internet almost the whole day.... until dinner time come, cook dinner, then wash up, then mayb sleep.. in between i do pathetic things, like restaurant city, i wonder wad is the purpose of the game? but still i do go on it everyday without fail.. somehow i feel that getting the free ingredient a day makes me 'excited'.. *pitiful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought about having a blog... many concern, as to wad i shd blog, who should see it.. but not i feel that its not that bad afterall, i shd jus write wad i feel like, let whoever who wants to see seee... Overall i think im doing it so that my dear friends would be able to be updated? yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let's see... TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner: carbonara pasta&lt;br /&gt;dessert: creme brulee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well dessert will only be served provided if i can cheat my way through carbonara (lactose issue). oh lately im sort of reading a book.. yes sort of, friends, u know how i am with like books, siens man.. im reading Singapore Lee Kwan Yew's "From third world to first". very inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tmr's trip to the saloon. Haircut for trajan (he needs it badly big time) and my long awaited waxing (badly in need as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, i hope u enjoy reading thus far.. My sister, Angeline, is my inspiration of starting this blog and rachel you are my motivation coz of the distance i want u to keep track of my daily life.. miss those silly 3hrs phone conversation per day we used to have... sadly it has been reduced to half an hour a month, so im proposing this solution to keep our friendship strong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106643120588736984-436164750343816085?l=melissabox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/feeds/436164750343816085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/06/start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/436164750343816085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106643120588736984/posts/default/436164750343816085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissabox.blogspot.com/2009/06/start.html' title='Start'/><author><name>MelisScorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04259225944495458430</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></feed>
