<?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-2824395788276054062</id><updated>2011-07-29T11:38:21.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mail Service</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824395788276054062.post-3589594493005442197</id><published>2009-11-17T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:50:22.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Breaks my heart to see you sad.&lt;br /&gt;And it's even worse not being able to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3589594493005442197?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3589594493005442197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3589594493005442197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3589594493005442197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3589594493005442197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/11/breaks-my-heart-to-see-you-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-8481772815859640472</id><published>2009-11-07T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:15:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I thought I could tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently I'm still holding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please say it's fine for me to continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-8481772815859640472?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824395788276054062.post-3030872035289132960</id><published>2009-10-24T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:00:08.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confront me please.&lt;div&gt;I can't take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to say that I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't do that, my pride won't let me say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me back to where we were before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take us back to before it all went wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who needs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who's not afraid to say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honey, that's what I'm looking for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3030872035289132960?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3030872035289132960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3030872035289132960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3030872035289132960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3030872035289132960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/10/confront-me-please.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1677889357600576818</id><published>2009-10-15T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:57:59.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see the need to remind everyone that I don't use malevolent.genocide to check my mail and that I still use ade.melimoo.&lt;div&gt;So guys, stop sending me 'important' mails to that account cause I won't read them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1677889357600576818?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824395788276054062.post-5113105628103105509</id><published>2009-08-30T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:16:51.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one ever &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; wants to be the rebound.&lt;br /&gt;They think it's fine at first, but then they realise that they want more.&lt;br /&gt;And the other party will never be able to reciprocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rebound always gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try.&lt;br /&gt;Have some self-preservation at this point of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-5113105628103105509?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824395788276054062.post-4189803715682198347</id><published>2009-08-23T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:33:10.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy shit,&lt;div&gt;Audio-technica headphones are teh smex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRE-ORDERED LOVE DRUNK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4189803715682198347?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4189803715682198347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4189803715682198347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4189803715682198347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4189803715682198347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-shit-audio-technica-headphones-are.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-449516734687683509</id><published>2009-08-03T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:02:40.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for NDP Preview, didn't really enjoy it, but like I told my parents, I'm went for the fun-pack.&lt;br /&gt;When the NPCC contingent came out, I just felt like going back for NPAP trainings and practices.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's glamourous to be on stage then and there, but so much work and effort went into coordinating.&lt;br /&gt;Well done cadets, flawless marching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, they didn't have the honour of carrying a bayonet or even a baton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to rush other stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;Woe be my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-449516734687683509?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/449516734687683509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=449516734687683509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/449516734687683509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/449516734687683509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-for-ndp-preview-didnt-really-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-3468065255065745745</id><published>2009-07-19T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:43:08.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Mars. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3468065255065745745?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3468065255065745745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3468065255065745745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3468065255065745745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3468065255065745745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-mars.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-7356567172277443679</id><published>2009-07-15T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:17:26.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Red Thread finished yesterday. :o&lt;div&gt;And like omg, the ending was so -__-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I CAN TOTALLY SAY THAT KONG WAH ROCKS MAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAAA. He totally beats Alex in terms of being manipulative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit I hope they come up with a sequel. Or at least an epilogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack and Rai's song totally rocks too ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Me As I Am is awesome ttm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait till they release it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-7356567172277443679?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7356567172277443679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=7356567172277443679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7356567172277443679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7356567172277443679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-thread-finished-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-3101723818612308507</id><published>2009-07-14T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:22:39.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have a damned happy birthday &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;all by your lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3101723818612308507?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3101723818612308507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3101723818612308507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3101723818612308507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3101723818612308507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-damned-happy-birthday-all-by-your.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-724596907529670177</id><published>2009-07-08T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:16:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conquering Mgorem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I can't seem to find that elusive demon mercenary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought he'd be at the bar when he snubbed Janimee, but apparently not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't find him at the palace nor the warrior's guild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of all of them, I totally love Yuza and Ramas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ESPECIALLY RAMAS. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Yuza is damn cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN YOU MGOREM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF NOT FOR YOU, I'D HAVE EXPERIENCED ALL THE GUYS ENDINGS.&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/2824395788276054062-724596907529670177?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/724596907529670177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=724596907529670177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/724596907529670177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/724596907529670177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/07/conquering-mgorem.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-5906692711398324242</id><published>2009-07-02T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:38:50.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it.&lt;br /&gt;You won.&lt;br /&gt;Happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-5906692711398324242?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/5906692711398324242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=5906692711398324242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5906692711398324242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5906692711398324242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-3983223193808348153</id><published>2009-06-22T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:46:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there're still things we hide from one another.&lt;br /&gt;Begging and hoping that this will carry on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;As little or unimportant you we deem it as,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, it hurts to be kept in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3983223193808348153?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3983223193808348153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3983223193808348153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3983223193808348153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3983223193808348153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-therere-still-things-we-hide-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6164390895877102776</id><published>2009-06-09T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:17:02.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heretic-parody@lj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one reason where I've gone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why I should post where people use words I type as references.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6164390895877102776?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6164390895877102776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6164390895877102776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6164390895877102776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6164390895877102776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/06/heretic-parodylj-only-one-reason-where.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-9192361869732773412</id><published>2009-06-02T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:08:37.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you try to tell someone something, all you're doing is inconveniencing them.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bullshit me like you know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know anything. Hear that alright. You don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last week you said you’d never do this to me&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m sitting here wondering why I’m on the shelf again&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to get closer to me&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to go on if you really do not want this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to sound so jaded&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like nothing’s changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apathy for apologies is getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;No, I can’t take this any longer&lt;br /&gt;So why don’t you figure out if you want this or not&lt;br /&gt;I know I said that I forgave you&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to see you go through&lt;br /&gt;All this pain of messing up this night over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you took back everything that you said&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying so hard to forget all the lies that came right in,&lt;br /&gt;crashing through your teeth&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t say that I've been much better&lt;br /&gt;So here’s this letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over again, is what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to sit and watch you live a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-9192361869732773412?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/9192361869732773412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=9192361869732773412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/9192361869732773412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/9192361869732773412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-when-you-try-to-tell-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4797708765548928088</id><published>2009-06-01T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:39:44.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny that you can be so mad at someone for days and even weeks.&lt;br /&gt;But the instant you see them and talk to them, you forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;Your muscles relax, and you actually smile and laugh for real.&lt;br /&gt;It's simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbal sparring is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had someone to do it with me for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And I really really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, one thing really irks me.&lt;br /&gt;You just dismissed it so simply.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really care much at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't try to explain your mind&lt;br /&gt;I know what's happening here&lt;br /&gt;One minute it's love&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One word turns into a war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is it the smallest things that tear us down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My world's nothing when you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not here without a shield &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't go back now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both hands tied behind my back with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again&lt;br /&gt;Why we gotta fall for it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never meant to start a war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know I never wanna hurt you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield? (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't swallow our pride, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neither of us wanna raise that flag, mhmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we can't surrender then we both gonna lose what we had, oh no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both hands tied behind my back with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall for it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;You know I never wanna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield? (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor, (get your armor) get your armor&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor, (get your armor) get your armor&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could pretend that we are friends tonight (oh-oh-oh)&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning we'll wake up and we'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby we don't have to fight&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want this love to feel like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield,&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;You know I never wanna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for (fighting, fighting for)&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield? (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor, (get your armor) get your armor&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor, (get your armor) get your armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like...&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like...&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never meant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to start a war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't even know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What we're fighting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant&lt;br /&gt;to start a war&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know&lt;br /&gt;What we're fighting for&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/2824395788276054062-4797708765548928088?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4797708765548928088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4797708765548928088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4797708765548928088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4797708765548928088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-funny-that-you-can-be-so-mad-at.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4064987319415980656</id><published>2009-05-25T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:45:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adam Lambert totally deserved to win AI la. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Mad World is such a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed the world must be mad to not have him as AI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early for their daily races&lt;br /&gt;Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Their tears are fillin' up their glasses&lt;br /&gt;No expression, no expression&lt;br /&gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow, no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It's a very, very&lt;br /&gt;Mad world, mad world&lt;br /&gt;Mad world, mad world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children waitin' for the day they feel good&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Made to feel the way that every child should&lt;br /&gt;Sits and listen, sits and listen&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous&lt;br /&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me&lt;br /&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson?&lt;br /&gt;Look right through me, look right through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It's a very, very&lt;br /&gt;Mad world, mad world&lt;br /&gt;Mad world, mad world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It's a very, very&lt;br /&gt;Mad world, mad world&lt;br /&gt;Mad world, mad world&lt;br /&gt;A raunchy young world&lt;br /&gt;Mad world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally a nice person. Really.&lt;br /&gt;But you've crossed the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4064987319415980656?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4064987319415980656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4064987319415980656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4064987319415980656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4064987319415980656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/05/adam-lambert-totally-deserved-to-win-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1374901293695174856</id><published>2009-05-24T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:33:43.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sincerely apologise to anyone that I've been rude to in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;This is the wrath of the frightening combination of Stress + PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heartened to know that people actually care whether anything's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be fine soon, after I get an endorsement for my project and I have more volunteers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4718280589025826992</id><published>2009-05-20T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:56:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw Mio. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Elizabethtown but the god damn wireless keeps screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aoi Kiseki is damn nice. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4718280589025826992?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824395788276054062.post-5653823060772927460</id><published>2009-05-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:45:24.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bullying Jacketboy is great.&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel like actually opening a blog post after a week, but still can't be bothered to type much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-5653823060772927460?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/5653823060772927460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=5653823060772927460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5653823060772927460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5653823060772927460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/05/bullying-jacketboy-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-7021276029730051162</id><published>2009-05-13T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:35:41.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love Luck rocks. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Yamato are so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-7021276029730051162?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7021276029730051162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=7021276029730051162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7021276029730051162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7021276029730051162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-luck-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4448980544734984990</id><published>2009-05-10T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:14:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen from Ben:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, my name is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never in my life have I: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The person who can drive me nuts is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like Jackie, Ben, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRESCENT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I’m nervous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggle like crazy or just stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last song I listened to was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were to get married right now my bridesmaid is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get married right now, because one, I have no groom and two, I have no wedding preparations so who're my guests and where are we going to hold it?&lt;br /&gt;But my jie-meis in mind would be Bao Yee, Shieh Yee, Zee, Mari, anyone else that I think of. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hair is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frizzy. ): NUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated veges, and I still hate them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an NDS Lite. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I look down I see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My keyboard :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The happiest recent event was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my best friend was online and talked to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By this time next year: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a J2. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a hard time understanding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H2 Math and Chem, and Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s this boy I know that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives very far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know I like you when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start bullying you or messing up your hair or recommending songs to you or talking about random crap or dedicating songs to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad or mom. :o Or anyone in the vicinity who hears my crazy screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take my advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Taken For Granting's CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The thing I want to buy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Band/Guitar Hero bundle with Nintendo Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you visited the place I was born:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in Mount Alvernia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I plan to visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan, or Australia, or London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you spent the night at my house:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be overwhelmed by the messiness of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’d stop my wedding if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infidelity occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world could do without:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams/Insects/Bugs/Global Warming/George Bush/Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most recent thing I’ve bought myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new backpack. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most recent thing someone else made me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey Lemon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a best friend, some very close ones, and some good friends, and acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite blonde is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hani-sempai. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite red head is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite brunette is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The funniest guy I know is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whose company I miss the most: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most talented is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local Artiste: Daphne Khoo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Personal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My middle name is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a middle name. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the morning I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Pokemon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night I was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing MCF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s this guy I know who:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bully. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I was an animal I’d be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog, dolphin or cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A better name for me would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow I am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for TFG meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight I am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to do Chinese homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My birthday is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4448980544734984990?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4448980544734984990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4448980544734984990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4448980544734984990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4448980544734984990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/05/stolen-from-ben-hey-my-name-is-mel.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-3497998540047742617</id><published>2009-05-06T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:31:34.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only wanted to write short posts, but today something made me want to write a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand up for my friend, someone who's been very nice to me all these years and has been wrongly accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friend, (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misinformed&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been a very nice person towards me, and I know you have a very caring and friendly personality. I've always counted on you, especially when I had a lot of problems and I was down. You've helped me tons of times. The one time that I remember the best was just two months ago, because if you hadn't stepped in, I don't know what I would've done. And I'm pretty sure I would have lost my best friend ever. You're a guardian angel, in a way, because you're always looking out for others and you're slow to anger when it comes to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, even if you never read this, and anyone else who reads this doesn't understand, I want to help you out, though it's only a very small amount since I can only refute with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parody of Declaration, cheers to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misinformed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can stand you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Coward, you're truly misinformed&lt;br /&gt;You've only known how to bluff&lt;br /&gt;Deceiving no one for far too long&lt;br /&gt;Too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;To you, the misinformed person&lt;br /&gt;You're truly an eyesore&lt;br /&gt;As you accuse an innocent, how ignorant&lt;br /&gt;Cause you suck&lt;br /&gt;And you have no guts&lt;br /&gt;To be a man&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how lucky you are - Cause you're so dense&lt;br /&gt;Or that you have nothing to argue about&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I pity you&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember the truth&lt;br /&gt;You suck, you suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt; To you, the misinformed person&lt;br /&gt; You're truly an eyesore&lt;br /&gt;As you accuse an innocent, how ignorant&lt;br /&gt;Cause you suck&lt;br /&gt; And you have no guts&lt;br /&gt; To be a man&lt;br /&gt; It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are there any words to say&lt;br /&gt;That will ever get through your skull&lt;br /&gt;When we all run away from you&lt;br /&gt;Will that actually be too much&lt;br /&gt;Will it even be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;  To you, the misinformed person&lt;br /&gt;  You're truly an eyesore&lt;br /&gt; As you accuse an innocent, how ignorant&lt;br /&gt; Cause you suck&lt;br /&gt;  And you have no guts&lt;br /&gt;  To be a man&lt;br /&gt;  It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;So admit the truth to yourself tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3497998540047742617?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3497998540047742617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3497998540047742617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3497998540047742617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3497998540047742617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-only-wanted-to-write-short-posts-but.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1463405426186579692</id><published>2009-05-03T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:59:10.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Closest friend and confidant?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds very familiar. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1463405426186579692?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1463405426186579692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=1463405426186579692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1463405426186579692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1463405426186579692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/05/closest-friend-and-confidant-sounds.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1518262510372443554</id><published>2009-05-02T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:47:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An opportunity like that is hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, next time I'll drop everything and run, just to seize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd just rushed her off the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1518262510372443554?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824395788276054062.post-1947787618140850285</id><published>2009-04-30T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:55:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Telepathy up x989832749263458345943. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1947787618140850285?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1947787618140850285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=1947787618140850285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1947787618140850285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1947787618140850285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/telepathy-up-x989832749263458345943.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4692698678145317463</id><published>2009-04-29T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:12:46.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the best day I've had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for clearing everything up with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4692698678145317463?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4692698678145317463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4692698678145317463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4692698678145317463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4692698678145317463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-best-day-ive-had-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6735834788402578107</id><published>2009-04-29T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:36:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I want to slap myself across the face repeatedly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I should've checked both my emails instead of assuming that people know that I only check one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I made such a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe that you'd even think till such an extent.&lt;br /&gt;Your words hurt me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I said it implying how much you are a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Why're you taking it as a stab?&lt;br /&gt;Is it cause I'm being a burden to you?&lt;br /&gt;Grow some balls and tell me to face, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf is it with this.&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it the angrier I get.&lt;br /&gt;You misunderstand what I said.&lt;br /&gt;And you're hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what makes me feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be left behind?&lt;br /&gt;Or to not be able to communicate with someone you care about?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people choose to deceive themselves, because it's painful.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take that at face value. I mean something positive, not negative - as your pessimistic mindset only permits.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand what I mean then PLEASE OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND ASK ME INSTEAD OF MISINTERPRETING IT AGAIN.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstanding Mania.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how stupid it sounds now.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy it actually turned out to be some misunderstanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6735834788402578107?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6735834788402578107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6735834788402578107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6735834788402578107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6735834788402578107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-slap-myself-across-face.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-2713986275029065507</id><published>2009-04-29T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:08:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She feels rejuvenated, like she has been reborn. The white cotton bedspread is a mess, but the woman lying on it glows with contentment. Her bee-stung lips are pursed open, welcoming a venture that never comes. Cautiously, her eyes flutter open. She is still overcome by drowsiness. Her hand reaches out tentatively, a pioneer in an unknown land. Yet she is rewarded with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realisation jolts her to her senses. She's shocked sober from her drunken stupor of illusions. Reality hits her, cold and hard, forcefully dragging her out of the lull of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing she knows how to do is weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it even possible for me to feel happiness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her statement hangs in the air, forever unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes her way down the stairs, stumbling through her tears. Funny, she thinks, I can't feel anything but the tears just come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2713986275029065507?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2713986275029065507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2713986275029065507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2713986275029065507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2713986275029065507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-feels-rejuvenated-like-she-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-7408209054101281163</id><published>2009-04-28T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:09:46.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. I just proved it.&lt;br /&gt;Got ps-ed by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own life and I can't find mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright if I just keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hope.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-7408209054101281163?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7408209054101281163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=7408209054101281163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7408209054101281163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7408209054101281163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-will-be-alright-if-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-7827473719283823589</id><published>2009-04-28T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:25:45.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PW sucks but Spectra rocks.&lt;br /&gt;My day was totally better after Spectra meeting. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HOW'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get one of your scars?&lt;br /&gt;I was feeding a stray cat and then I fell into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Mugging for O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did your night go last night?&lt;br /&gt;Was finishing up the M.O.M poster. So it was another late night out of many countless others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do in high school?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess. I miss high school a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;From the Crescent book shop. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see ur best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Fortnightly. Or whenever any divine being has mercy on me. But I think it'll be much lesser now. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Booboo must be my best friend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money did you spend last month?&lt;br /&gt;Over $200. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Before I'm 40. But even if I never get married, it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be at your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, very old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE WHAT'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother's name?&lt;br /&gt;Junie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;I rotted while playing Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most important part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;My friends, especially OS, babehhh. My family. My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Studying Biomedical Science in SP or playing Diamond now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you last cry over?&lt;br /&gt;Something sad. Maybe it was a song or something. I don't want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;br /&gt;My friends, music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Sensibility, humour, understanding, tolerance. Whichever, take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I guess Matsujun counts since he's engaged now. ): But other than that I don't hit on guys who're taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sex on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;..... Wouldn't it be awfully rough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I don't plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN WHO'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hungout with?&lt;br /&gt;Spectra people babeh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Jackie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;Zee and Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said "i love you" to?&lt;br /&gt;MARI-KUUUUUUN. ILYYYYYYYYYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX WHERE'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does your best friend live?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;School. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last hang out?&lt;br /&gt;Comp Lab ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;ACJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;At home, rotting. Or with OS people anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;In my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE DO'S/DOES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone likes you?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Unsure and unclarified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;SirMuffin from Portugal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the future scare you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WHY'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Because they understand me and they don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you get a myspace?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Randomness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to do GP. And I want to take my mind off other sad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE IF'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one super power what would it be??&lt;br /&gt;To be invisible or to read other people's minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'd go back in time and beg until I was allowed to go to SP no matter what. And I'd have treasured our time together more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u were stranded on a deserted island &amp;amp; could bring 1 thing what would you bring?&lt;br /&gt;My iPod Touch. I'd die without music. Even if I starve, I have music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get back together with any of your ex's if they asked you?&lt;br /&gt;Well that's a dumb thing to do -.- If it doesn't work out the first time then why will it a second time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I could always wear a wig after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. But I'm happy with the friends I've made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-7827473719283823589?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7827473719283823589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=7827473719283823589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7827473719283823589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7827473719283823589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/pw-sucks-but-spectra-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4780063713394096910</id><published>2009-04-27T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:00:10.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Declaration - David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll take you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imperfect words inside the perfect song&lt;br /&gt;I feel you closer than you are but&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting far too long&lt;br /&gt;too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;to anyone whose listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're my inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I stand alone against the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and you stole my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care what i believe -cause I'm still breathin&lt;br /&gt;or that i wear a heart upon my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think you never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the only truth i see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;to anyone whose listening&lt;br /&gt;you're my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;as I stand alone against the world&lt;br /&gt;Cause you love&lt;br /&gt;and you bleed&lt;br /&gt;and you stole my soul&lt;br /&gt;to set me free&lt;br /&gt;it's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And are there any words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that i would ever mean enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the light runs from the day&lt;br /&gt;will the darkness be too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will i ever be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;to anyone whose listening&lt;br /&gt;You're my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;as i stand alone against the world&lt;br /&gt;Cause you love&lt;br /&gt;and you bleed&lt;br /&gt;and you stole my soul&lt;br /&gt;to set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;br /&gt;so tell me you can hear these words tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my declaration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4780063713394096910?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4780063713394096910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4780063713394096910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4780063713394096910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4780063713394096910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/declaration-david-cook-ill-take-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6849785843991039366</id><published>2009-04-27T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:35:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My god.&lt;br /&gt;I want to play iSketch -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6849785843991039366?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6849785843991039366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6849785843991039366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6849785843991039366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6849785843991039366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-8766756359894267407</id><published>2009-04-23T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:18:36.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO SITI ZARIFAH ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Chemistry Outreach Workshop yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Silver Nanoplating is interesting ;D&lt;br /&gt;And I got a free mirror from it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ferrofluid was nice cause the Sir was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;But the ammonia smell was damn strong. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got back my Math test too.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGWTFBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT AN E. LOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Loh was very angry today.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;He may not be the best tutor we have, and we might like the other tutors as compared to him, but he's still a good tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to give up trying to explain why I wanted to go to NJC or SP to Marie.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't understand why I feel the need to be in an environment where everyone studies, because then I myself will be forced to study.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I don't like my friends, they're all nice people.&lt;br /&gt;But at this rate I'm going to be a retainee.&lt;br /&gt;And what made me extremely annoyed was how they started treating Poly like a 'second-alternative'.&lt;br /&gt;It's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It bloody hell is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that I would get a better education at SP, instead of wasting my time in JC.&lt;br /&gt;And when I hear the way people talk about Poly as though it's secondary to JC, I get pissed.&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoosh girl, shut your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-8766756359894267407?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/8766756359894267407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=8766756359894267407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/8766756359894267407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/8766756359894267407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-belated-birthday-to-siti-zarifah.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6481600872576825444</id><published>2009-04-21T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:02:41.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great.&lt;br /&gt;Really getting math test back tmr.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure I'm getting 5/25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be some kind of tradition, I always fail the first math test of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miserable at best without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6481600872576825444?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6481600872576825444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6481600872576825444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6481600872576825444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6481600872576825444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/great.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4522969124374888836</id><published>2009-04-20T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:26:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have two dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Precious Moments dolls, a bride and her groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they took a leap.&lt;br /&gt;A leap of faith? I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;They jumped, and fell together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, only the groom was rescued.&lt;br /&gt;His bride forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two ended up with a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;When they were once again reunited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a reminder that not all stories will end with happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that I never actually felt spooked out by the fact that the dolls fell on me in the middle of the night, and it's quite impossible for anything to have pushed them down.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night I just got annoyed and thought "what the hell".&lt;br /&gt;But during GP, I thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;And analysed it till I was rewarded with a more in-depth meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Real symbolic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, what happens to the bride/girlfriend/girl/female/wife that gets left behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a comforting thought at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4522969124374888836?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4522969124374888836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4522969124374888836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4522969124374888836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4522969124374888836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-two-dolls.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1236828877008689201</id><published>2009-04-19T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:08:14.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To live in irony&lt;br /&gt;of the highest degree&lt;br /&gt;Prided on morality&lt;br /&gt;Harlots in reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ruse&lt;br /&gt;The essence&lt;br /&gt;Of survival&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1236828877008689201?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1236828877008689201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=1236828877008689201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1236828877008689201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1236828877008689201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-live-in-irony-of-highest-degree.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-8242913596860717742</id><published>2009-04-19T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:42:30.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, after a long meme drought.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from Zee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. First off, what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up till 2 to do RadioACtive's design. And then pangseh-ed CKP. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you have a best friend that you can talk to 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;I have Booboo. ): But Booboo won't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. How many years apart is your mom and dad?&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;Of course :D If I didn't like someone then I must be living a very sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What does the 7th message in your text inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;CKP: Haha. I shopping. Omg i think b4 my arm break the handle break 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Who sits beside you in maths?&lt;br /&gt;Mars and Elena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Where is your dad right now?&lt;br /&gt;In his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you burn incense?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Do you have a problem?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE I HAVE A PROBLEM. DO I SOUND LIKE I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM? RAAAWR. Lol. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Who is the 5th person you got a missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;Teevee. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Closest purple object?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. I don't see anything purple. OH USAGI-CHAN ON MY COOKIE ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Closest silver object?&lt;br /&gt;iPod touch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Closest yellow object?&lt;br /&gt;My Planner! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What is bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;That we're going to get back math test results and I'm definitely getting &lt;5 over 25. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. How does your hair look right now?&lt;br /&gt;Really messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you know all the words to the Star Spangled Banner?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. When is the last time you said the pledge of allegiance?&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. If you could kill someone, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let me think about it. George Bush, prolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you have any fears?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;Stuck With Each Other - Shontelle ft. Akon ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Do you like kangaroos?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. LOL @ MARI. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;OlympACS shirt + FBTs. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who was the last person to message you?&lt;br /&gt;CKP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you like emo kids?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't like them then they'll be more emo, then again I'm a sadist, so I say no. LOL. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Screamo or Country?&lt;br /&gt;Depends. Mild Screamo is nice, but Taylor Swift's music is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Rock or Rap?&lt;br /&gt;Rock. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Polka or Disco?&lt;br /&gt;...... Disco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Flying or Driving?&lt;br /&gt;Flying. ;D If I drive I will annihilate anything in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Who last called you?&lt;br /&gt;Kel. Asking about taking picture, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Was your Valentine’s day nice?&lt;br /&gt;Well of course it was. Though it went off course cause I remembered something wrongly LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;This meme cause I saw it on Zee's blog when I should be doing Econs DRQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who was the last person you said I love you to?&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, Idk. LOL. Mari-kun, I think. I love whoever gives me fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Would you die for someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Would you date anyone from your work?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not working. But I don't think I'd mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But there are ground rules that the couple must work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you have any pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you have to pee right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When did you last talk to one of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Going to &lt;s&gt;school&lt;/s&gt; hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you worry about getting older?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever had an ingrown toenail?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE. AHHH I USED TO GET ONE FORTNIGHTLY. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you pick your scabs?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever drink your blood?&lt;br /&gt;No, ew. -__- Unless you count whatever bleeds from my lip, then it's unintentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do your bandaids have cartoons on them?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you wax you eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you check CelebPox.com for celebrity gossip?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. -__- I couldn't give a damn about mainstream celeb gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a jar where you keep your loose change?&lt;br /&gt;LOL YES OF COURSE I DO. -__- It's more of a box though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you own a pogo stick?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever gone a whole day without eating?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you own ripped jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What makes you mad?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What would you do if you found out that you were adopted?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you jealous a lot of the time?&lt;br /&gt;No? LOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you use a calendar or day planner to schedule everything on?&lt;br /&gt;Day Planner. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you OCD?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, I forgot what OCD means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have ADD?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have low self esteem?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who can make you laugh during the hardest time?&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Zee totally. ;D OS! &lt;3 ESPECIALLY HAMDSOR'S DUDO. HAHA I REALLY COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING UNTIL I CRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;RED THREAD. :D YAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you had professional pictures taken?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, EOY 08?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you done a whitening treatment on your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;Battle Royale. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;My family, friends, Spectra, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is playing on your MP3 player right now?&lt;br /&gt;One - Epik High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What holiday is your birthday closest to?&lt;br /&gt;All Saints' Day? LOL. Or Halloween, or Deepavali. IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What’s your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water or Green Tea. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you own any big sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;I have a white one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bed sheet color?&lt;br /&gt;Brown, yellow, blue and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever encountered a shark?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally?&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me sad that no one has ever done that. ): Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever bungee jumped?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where was the last place you went besides your house?&lt;br /&gt;Tuition teacher's house. Lolll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What’s the first thing you notice about the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, either their hair or skirt length. LOL. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is it hard to express your feelings to someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why are people such self-centered beings?&lt;br /&gt;Because they think they're more important than the people around them, so the world revolves around them (supposedly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;A little ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;1st Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever licked someones cheek?&lt;br /&gt;Ew. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched all Spiderman movies?&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Labour Day holiday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite Lucky Charms Marshmallow?&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat that. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever ridden in a limo?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824395788276054062.post-407995792059930580</id><published>2009-04-16T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:53:29.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were made in their vision&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose to fulfill their legacy&lt;br /&gt;A union in another epoch&lt;br /&gt;Re-enactment in all its former glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all extravagance&lt;br /&gt;Defiance against the status quo&lt;br /&gt;Rebels, that we are&lt;br /&gt;Hearsay doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centuries later another repeat&lt;br /&gt;The ongoing cycle in a new era&lt;br /&gt;Even if they take me now&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my love, I will see you then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say that it's alright&lt;br /&gt;But this feeling of remorse is all I've got&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say that it' alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a poor boy&lt;br /&gt;my father said to me&lt;br /&gt;that if you want to live in life you've got to live it free&lt;br /&gt;But as time went by before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the sound of soundness washed away&lt;br /&gt;And until I reminisced today I was blinded by the rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say that it's alright&lt;br /&gt;But this feeling of remorse is all I've got&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say that it' alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the looking glass&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing trough your soul&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I hesitate I'm feeling kind of cold&lt;br /&gt;And as time goes by I slowly sigh so please make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;You breathe so very heavily as you slowly stepping down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say that it's alright&lt;br /&gt;But this feeling of remorse is all I've got&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say that it' alright &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2255269731551891974?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2255269731551891974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2255269731551891974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2255269731551891974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2255269731551891974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-thought-id-say-that-its-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-828775712153076595</id><published>2009-04-15T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:06:39.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I conclude that Shaun has a ponytail fetish.&lt;br /&gt;And that he likes long hair, a lot. -__-&lt;br /&gt;The way he described his sister's hair was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. More emo poetry. D;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this actually spewed from me during Chinese class.&lt;br /&gt;LOL LU XUN'S GENIUS HAS SPREAD TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Caress and heal your battle scars&lt;br /&gt;They radiate your heroism&lt;br /&gt;Even if they never heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a worthy warrior&lt;br /&gt;I bestow&lt;br /&gt;Invaluable&lt;br /&gt;Undulating&lt;br /&gt;My Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who may look upon this goddess&lt;br /&gt;And not shield his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Beauty too divine&lt;br /&gt;A divination of purity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing All Of You&lt;br /&gt;She's blessed the world over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-828775712153076595?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/828775712153076595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=828775712153076595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/828775712153076595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/828775712153076595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-5701617680389601885</id><published>2009-04-14T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:58:23.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to write more Confessional Poetry. D:&lt;br /&gt;But I ought to be doing Chinese now.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Another emo short from a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be for CWC so I just crapped something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the story of a lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in a disillusioned world&lt;br /&gt;Never once pined for fame&lt;br /&gt;Only about blending right in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be in a room full of friends&lt;br /&gt;But never being eased out of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Solitary amongst the babble&lt;br /&gt;Speaking sparingly to remain inconspicuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the one time she opened her heart&lt;br /&gt;She'd learnt never to do it again&lt;br /&gt;He'd led her up&lt;br /&gt;Left her dying to get inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never find comfort in others&lt;br /&gt;Only in one enclosed world&lt;br /&gt;Where discord is absent&lt;br /&gt;And everything is wallpapered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wishes she can't feel&lt;br /&gt;Can't touch, smell or hear&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's only pain and bitterness left&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to let her heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the world goes dark&lt;br /&gt;So let rest come as nature dictates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-5701617680389601885?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/5701617680389601885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=5701617680389601885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5701617680389601885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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heart grow fonder&lt;br /&gt;Meeting a thousand times sweeter&lt;br /&gt;but Parting infinitely more bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;You suffer, you fell&lt;br /&gt;And then you push me away&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for my heart to drop&lt;br /&gt;Your judgement has been passed&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I veto it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very real to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solid, non-phantasmal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, hear me now.&lt;br /&gt;one fell swoop&lt;br /&gt;smash&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a bother&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts me so&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks, or was it two centuries&lt;br /&gt;Time eludes me&lt;br /&gt;As you try to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you my tears flowed&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;And yet one thing kept me going&lt;br /&gt;But I overestimated&lt;br /&gt;And I've fallen short&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's gone&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to carry on for&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what I ever did&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't know what I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;You only brought me more tears&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Once you've started&lt;br /&gt;It's uncontrollable&lt;br /&gt;But I trust you, I do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3478408499331299570?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3478408499331299570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824395788276054062.post-2310642962653967807</id><published>2009-04-12T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:51:47.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought today was supposed to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so cruel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2310642962653967807?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2310642962653967807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2310642962653967807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2310642962653967807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2310642962653967807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-thought-today-was-supposed-to-be-good.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-385729333578008423</id><published>2009-04-12T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:53:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg yay ;D&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a new tablelampppppp.&lt;br /&gt;And zomgwtf Guitar Hero! :D&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm super lag about getting both things but whateverrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE GUITAR HERO.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M STUCK AT HARD FOR CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH. ):&lt;br /&gt;Can someone teach me how to get past Verse 1 and its crazy fast notes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, some contact.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up! I want to talk to you personally and tell you that everything's going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, so you have to believe in yourself and not let your goal out of sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-385729333578008423?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/385729333578008423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=385729333578008423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/385729333578008423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/385729333578008423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-yay-d-i-finally-have-new.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1987505739102228333</id><published>2009-04-10T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:24:05.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg OS outing was damn fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6.30 so I could be on time.&lt;br /&gt;And wtf can, 75 took so long so I just took 184 to Pending to walk all the way to Petir.&lt;br /&gt;It looks really close by, but hell no it's not.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to someone who didn't tell me that Pending also can. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the red line was such a bright idea.&lt;br /&gt;All cause the train came first, so we rushed in.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Kelly never reply my messages or calls de lor. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And loool QZ so cute. "DON'T LIE".&lt;br /&gt;Sorry luh, we were serious about turning back wut. F3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late by 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;BUT LOOOL THE PENALTY WASN'T EVEN IN EFFECT CAUSE TECHNICALLY EVERYONE WAS LATE.&lt;br /&gt;The initial inability to find other people was quite annoying. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Especially since some genius didn't answer the damn phone.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS THE USE OF YOUR HANDPHONE THEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, thanks to Nad, we had cheaper tickets cause of the nEbo card.&lt;br /&gt;But Zee was laaaaaaaaaaaate.&lt;br /&gt;So whatever, we just put out bags into the lockers first.&lt;br /&gt;My poor Crumpler ):&lt;br /&gt;Tio squished cause you all so stingy.&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time since I've eaten at Orange Julius. :D&lt;br /&gt;Omg man, must go again. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then Zee came, her pizza is awesomeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;But I just stole one bite from her piece. :x&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, QZ's teacher was in BK/OJ also. O_O&lt;br /&gt;He looks so young.&lt;br /&gt;Where got people our age can go NUS to study already D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the Viking, and honestly it's wayyyyy better than last time.&lt;br /&gt;At least it goes almost 90 degrees now.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny totally never scream one laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;BUT LOL THE WAY WE SCREAM IS SUPER OFF. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode a bunch of other rides after that.&lt;br /&gt;And then they wanted to go see the Haunted House D:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FREAKING SCARY LA PLS.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID JACKIETAN START SCREAMING THEN MAKE EVERYONE START SCREAMING ALSO. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing a whole lot more shit and wasting money on the Wheel of Fortune, we finally made our way out of Escape and to eHub! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know the Escape part was lame, but Bowling + Hei Sushi after that was just awesomeeeeee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bowling alley really ripped us off of our money laaaaaa. D:&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wtf, so ex for wut.&lt;br /&gt;The family sharing the lane beside us was super annoying can.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who the hell needs so many balls?!&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY BALLS NOT OURS WHY KP WITH US SIAH.&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL KEEP USING THE SAME FEW BALLS WUT.&lt;br /&gt;7 PLAYERS USING 4 BALLS ONLY LEH.&lt;br /&gt;Knnccb cannot see properly harh.&lt;br /&gt;So elitist your son must use his own ball, and keep throwing gutter.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. SO PRO SIAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaay Queen &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Even though Idk how I got that name, I liek ittttt.&lt;br /&gt;We are all very pro at bowling ;D&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants a sensei in bowling can ask PCK or CKP for lessons ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad left ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Hei Sushiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;Yaaay everyone likes Chowanmushi :D&lt;br /&gt;Then nEbo thing got us free meals.&lt;br /&gt;But so much onions omgggg.&lt;br /&gt;LOL POOR PCK.&lt;br /&gt;See the amount of onions in the bowl also so er xin.&lt;br /&gt;Omg bloody CKP. Keep using the bloody chopstick -__-&lt;br /&gt;I POKE YOU UNTIL YOU DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally made our ways home. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, not forgetting Tap Tap. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Page Girl and PCK were totally addicted to it laaa. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Hamdsor liked it also. ;D&lt;br /&gt;CKP's not that bad at it! :o&lt;br /&gt;Can even play hard mode. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I bet people think we are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Can play in mrt de.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1987505739102228333?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1987505739102228333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=1987505739102228333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1987505739102228333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1987505739102228333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-os-outing-was-damn-fun-d-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6716592876080710157</id><published>2009-04-09T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:41:35.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day to survive. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OMG YAY TMR'S OUTING! ;D&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like, omg, there's Think Of You Later to play also ;D&lt;br /&gt;IMMA MASTER THAT SONGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, went out after school for dinner at Lot 1 with Elena, Jia Ying, Yu Xuan and Jie Kang.&lt;br /&gt;NO CLASS. ;o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6716592876080710157?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6716592876080710157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6716592876080710157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6716592876080710157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6716592876080710157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-day-to-survive.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-2630472777122663092</id><published>2009-04-08T17:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:05:24.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lulzzz, best SMV I've seen today.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite cute, but cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, am I exhausting my resources of nice SMVS?! D:&lt;br /&gt;Why am I seeing really crappy ones today?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnWii7ZYeTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnWii7ZYeTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: Quality of this vid might be crappy, and the storyline is a bit -___-&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, the meaning still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWI7XEY8Rvs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWI7XEY8Rvs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cannot be happening.&lt;br /&gt;So why is it actually happening?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that it was a bad choice to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;Even my sole comrade has left the bloodied battlefield and I have no one who can stick through this with me.&lt;br /&gt;It's torture I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment when it creeps into my mind, I'm unsettled and jumpy.&lt;br /&gt;I get moody and worried.&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. Really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that longing is a sickness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're fine.&lt;br /&gt;All the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2630472777122663092?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2630472777122663092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2630472777122663092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2630472777122663092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2630472777122663092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/lulzzz-best-smv-ive-seen-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1907204173510913247</id><published>2009-04-07T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:55:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She was the muse.&lt;br /&gt;And now I guess I'm feeling like one.&lt;br /&gt;You should try being in my shoes for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE!&lt;br /&gt;Time is tickin'. T-Time is tickin', tickin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is tickin', T-Time is tickin' away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tablo)&lt;br /&gt;Geu dae, nul mu ri bu re sso da ji neun geol, I yu eob shi sso da ji neun geol&lt;br /&gt;Ah mu do mo reu jyo, shim jang so ge yu ri jo gak pok pung I mo ra chi neun geol&lt;br /&gt;Sang cheo ga byeong I dwae seo. mo deun mu ni byeo gi dawe seo&lt;br /&gt;Geo ul so ge nae ga jeo gi dwae seo ah.peu.jyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mithra)&lt;br /&gt;Ah mu do geu dael mo reu ge ga du go. su meul jo reu ge nwa du go&lt;br /&gt;Ggeu cheul go reu ge man deul jyo (cham na ppeu jyo) I se sang so ge seol I yu eob saet jyo&lt;br /&gt;Do ra gal gi reul seon taek tto eob shi ma nyang geot get jyo&lt;br /&gt;Ne ma eum bo da geu dae su mi meon jeo meot get jyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ji-sun)&lt;br /&gt;Sang cheo... hyung teo... nul mu ri... heu reu go&lt;br /&gt;(When you cry. though you try. say goodbye. the time is tickin')&lt;br /&gt;Ju geum so geul he mae deon (neol rae ga gu hae jul ge)&lt;br /&gt;(When you cry. though you try. say goodbye. the time is tickin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one.&lt;br /&gt;Eo dum so geul geot go I seul ttae&lt;br /&gt;(Eo dum so ge ni ga sa ro ja pil ttae nae su mi ga chi hae)&lt;br /&gt;Neon na eh gu won&lt;br /&gt;Nae ge so neul geon ne jun geu dae&lt;br /&gt;(Se sang so ge mu ni ne ge da chil ttae nae so neul ba chil ge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one. neon na eh gu won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is tickin'. T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mithra)&lt;br /&gt;Se sang eh bu reul ji reun geu dae so ni jyo. sa ram deu re nun ga ri meun geu dae mok shi jyeo&lt;br /&gt;Geu dae nu ne bi chu deon go tong I ran byeo ri geu dae do shi jyo&lt;br /&gt;(Ah jik tto ggu meul be na yo?) su meul se na yo? sseo da beo rin nun mul gi pi reul jae na yo?&lt;br /&gt;Hi mang eun ga ra an neun jong I bae in ga yo? seul peu jyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tablo)&lt;br /&gt;Hok shi ba me tta me heum ppeok jeo jeo gge na yo? yang shi mi ttang e gi myeo beo beok dwe na yo?&lt;br /&gt;Ggeu shi ra go saeng gak dwe na yo? gwaen cha na yo? 'cause I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Nae ga go jang nan geu mo me hyung teo, san san jo gang nan geu ho ne sum gyeo beo rin nul mul do ji wo jul ge yo&lt;br /&gt;Geu dae so neul nae so ne um kyeo jwi go mi deo jul ge yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ji-sun)&lt;br /&gt;Sang cheo... hyung teo... nul mu ri... heu reu go&lt;br /&gt;(When you cry. though you try. say goodbye. the time is tickin')&lt;br /&gt;Ju geum so geul he mae deon (neol rae ga gu hae jul ge)&lt;br /&gt;(When you cry. though you try. say goodbye. the time is tickin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one.&lt;br /&gt;Eo dum so geul geot go I seul ttae&lt;br /&gt;(Eo dum so ge ni ga sa ro ja pil ttae nae su mi ga chi hae)&lt;br /&gt;Neon na eh gu won&lt;br /&gt;Nae ge so neul geon ne jun geu dae&lt;br /&gt;(Se sang so ge mu ni ne ge da chil ttae nae so neul ba chil ge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one. neon na eh gu won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tablo)&lt;br /&gt;Sang cheo ga in na yo? hyung teo ga in na yo? eo dum so ge seo he mae go in na yo?&lt;br /&gt;Sang cheo ga in na yo? hyung teo ga in na yo? eo dum so ge seo he mae go in na yo?&lt;br /&gt;(Faith, Destiny, Love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one.&lt;br /&gt;Eo dum so geul geot go I seul ttae&lt;br /&gt;(Eo dum so ge ni ga sa ro ja pil ttae nae su mi ga chi hae)&lt;br /&gt;Neon na eh gu won&lt;br /&gt;Nae ge so neul geon ne jun geu dae&lt;br /&gt;(Se sang so ge mu ni ne ge da chil ttae nae so neul ba chil ge)&lt;br /&gt;Time is tickin'. T-Time is tickin', tickin'.&lt;br /&gt;Time is tickin', T-Time is tickin' away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na eh gu won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1907204173510913247?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1907204173510913247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=1907204173510913247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1907204173510913247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1907204173510913247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-was-muse.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-106308949984701149</id><published>2009-04-06T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:53:49.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I'm going to get through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-106308949984701149?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/106308949984701149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=106308949984701149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/106308949984701149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/106308949984701149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-it-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6875060116907035649</id><published>2009-04-05T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:59:41.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;The 6th day is coming to an end and I have no idea how I'm supposed to survive this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6875060116907035649?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6875060116907035649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6875060116907035649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6875060116907035649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6875060116907035649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-6th-day-is-coming-to-end-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-9195315113023018369</id><published>2009-04-05T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:17:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. Just an MMV, but it's super awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many teens can relate to it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWWO2LrH5Jo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWWO2LrH5Jo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&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/2824395788276054062-9195315113023018369?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/9195315113023018369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=9195315113023018369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/9195315113023018369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/9195315113023018369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-3227581479730525167</id><published>2009-04-05T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:23:29.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Swim Meet Duty sucks. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But well whatever, did weird stuff with the class anyway and became sort of a milo whore. xD&lt;br /&gt;THE MILO VAN IS PWNAAAAAAAAAGE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, rushed to AMK hub after that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to write more about it cause Zee didn't camwhore with me around. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BOO ZEE. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari is really really really really really my comrade. :D&lt;br /&gt;She helps me when times get really bad.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they'll be over soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3227581479730525167?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3227581479730525167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3227581479730525167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3227581479730525167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3227581479730525167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/swim-meet-duty-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-968836069813484299</id><published>2009-04-03T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:17:01.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must stop this insanity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming so dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUTUPMELSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP.&lt;br /&gt;STOPTHINKINGNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-2824395788276054062.post-6643868516409594809</id><published>2009-04-03T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:17:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;It hurts, really.&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe whenever it crosses my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like my lungs are being clenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what's going on with you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're taking care of yourself.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6643868516409594809?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6643868516409594809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6643868516409594809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6643868516409594809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6643868516409594809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-hurts-really.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-3981716127891282647</id><published>2009-04-02T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:17:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;It's not that you were less important to me before, because that was never the case.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that when something is taken from you, it suddenly makes its absence so prominent.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how much I was relying on you till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat when I checked my phone.&lt;br /&gt;The second time I did, my heart was racing.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I can't rush it, but I know you'll be fine.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari is my new accomplice because we are going through the same thing at present. (:&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO PROUD OF YOU AND I LOVE YOU MARIIIIIIII. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3981716127891282647?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3981716127891282647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3981716127891282647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3981716127891282647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3981716127891282647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-that-you-were-less-important-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6076428886718101376</id><published>2009-04-01T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:21:04.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a better day I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause it's April Fools'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop being an emo kid and cheer up! :D&lt;br /&gt;So that we both have fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family tree doesn't bug me anymore. (:&lt;br /&gt;Loool, I don't even get half as excited over it as some people do.&lt;br /&gt;And why should I object so violently cause they'll just jeer some more.&lt;br /&gt;He's not worth my time and breath, so why care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else is worth so much more. (:&lt;br /&gt;(Omg Mari you made me want to write a long email also -__-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC Freeze didn't work out. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Only the sconers did something, and they froze in the middle of a birthday song, which is quite weird since they seemed like they had some lag time in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Koh fell for Bin Kai's prank. Lollllll.&lt;br /&gt;MONEYFACE. :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6076428886718101376?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6076428886718101376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6076428886718101376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6076428886718101376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6076428886718101376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-better-day-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4664942691970665130</id><published>2009-03-31T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:17:47.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;It was a very bad day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;You were here just yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have a chance to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that everything will be alright, and that you'll be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't focus during lectures or tutorials today.&lt;br /&gt;And when I got back home, I don't think I can even describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should've given up some more sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we've discussed the prospects, so that's what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's a dumb thing to do, I keep wishing that tomorrow you'll suddenly tell me that what you said was just a finely-orchestrated April fools' joke.&lt;br /&gt;Wishful thinking on my part. ):&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectra today was really slack.&lt;br /&gt;Cause DT didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;So we used the open access com lab.&lt;br /&gt;Suicide Circle. OMG WTF. -__-&lt;br /&gt;IT'S DAMN FREAKYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;This is really NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n0NCqOKY-M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n0NCqOKY-M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4664942691970665130?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4664942691970665130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4664942691970665130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4664942691970665130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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like the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What it takes I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But we're gonna make it, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3868835168857358301?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3868835168857358301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3868835168857358301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3868835168857358301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3868835168857358301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/only-thing-that-makes-me-feel-better-is.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-3425912150864330487</id><published>2009-03-30T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:13:59.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I screwed up SC interview. ):&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I'm not Christian the odds are stacked against me already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever, since Charlotte asked for a quiz I'm going to grab one random one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does my name say about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;B : You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C : You are rather silly.&lt;br /&gt;D : One in a million.&lt;br /&gt;E : Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;F : You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;G : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H : You are Quirky.&lt;br /&gt;I : Great In Bed.&lt;br /&gt;J : People Adore you.&lt;br /&gt;K : You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;L : Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;M : Best kisser ever.&lt;br /&gt;N : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;O : Awesome kisser.&lt;br /&gt;P : You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q : You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R: Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;S : Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T : You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U : You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V : You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W : You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y : Best boy/girlfriend any one can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z : You really like to chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : Best kisser ever.&lt;br /&gt;E : Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;L : Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I : Great In Bed.&lt;br /&gt;S : Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;S : Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;A : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C : You are rather silly.&lt;br /&gt;H : You are Quirky.&lt;br /&gt;E : Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;E : Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see 4 of the same points.&lt;br /&gt;AND LIKE WTF -__-&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO WRONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-3425912150864330487?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/3425912150864330487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=3425912150864330487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3425912150864330487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/3425912150864330487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-screwed-up-sc-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-7806008120981177113</id><published>2009-03-29T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:49:58.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I raise my voice so you listen to me, so you can hear me, so you don't have to say: HARH? and I have to repeat what I said about three times and I get mad, whereby you say I have a bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get excited and emotional about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if your voice is very calming to the ears either.&lt;br /&gt;You think you don't set me off when you start with your 'lectures'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I learnt what I had to do to make you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;Be noisy, be irritating.&lt;br /&gt;10 years later and I still don't know what to do to make you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen to&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my best option remains as to keep raising my voice.&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear it the first time I say it, so I say it louder.&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to take that as if I'm getting angry, fine.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I don't get angry the first time I do it.&lt;br /&gt;But when you say stop with that tone, then what the hell am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;It's not even a damned tone!&lt;br /&gt;It's the way I'm expressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't understand that, I don't see why I continue trying to be courteous and answer you.&lt;br /&gt;I should just shut up after the first time I've said something and if you've missed it, too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-7806008120981177113?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7806008120981177113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=7806008120981177113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7806008120981177113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7806008120981177113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-raise-my-voice-so-you-listen-to-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-226115297481377212</id><published>2009-03-29T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:14:02.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want Tuesday to come.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-226115297481377212?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/226115297481377212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=226115297481377212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/226115297481377212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/226115297481377212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-want-tuesday-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-5758025565406289275</id><published>2009-03-28T10:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:48:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMnLqb_EPv0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMnLqb_EPv0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright cold silver moon&lt;br /&gt;Tonight alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;You were here just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Slight turn of the head&lt;br /&gt;Eyes down when you said&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need my life to change&lt;br /&gt;Seems like some thing's just aren't the same&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I need a little more luck than a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cuz every time I get stuck the words won't fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll need a little good luck to get me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more help than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Like the perfect one word no one's heard yet&lt;br /&gt;Cuz every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stare up at the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wonder just where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder just where you are)&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;Or something I never did?&lt;br /&gt;Or was I always in the way?&lt;br /&gt;(Was it something I did?)&lt;br /&gt;Could someone tell me what to say to just make you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more luck than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Cuz every time I get stuck the words won't fit&lt;br /&gt;And every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more help than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Like the perfect one word no one's heard yet&lt;br /&gt;Cuz every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know it feels like the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't want to be here again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What it takes I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We're gonna make it I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more luck than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Cuz every time I get stuck the words won't fit&lt;br /&gt;But every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more help than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Like the perfect one word no one's heard yet&lt;br /&gt;Cuz every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be here again&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again&lt;br /&gt;What it takes I don't care&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-5758025565406289275?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/5758025565406289275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=5758025565406289275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5758025565406289275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5758025565406289275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/bright-cold-silver-moon-tonight-alone_28.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4071996901869500652</id><published>2009-03-28T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:02:38.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Videos of 1SC4 spazzing in LT6, starring Shafik! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the last part where Jiaying does her Peekaboo bit. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/60797391798"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/60797391798" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-7328470973740903073</id><published>2009-03-25T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:38:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL I just remembered,&lt;br /&gt;"I FOUND THE PIN!"&lt;br /&gt;The competition expired long ago. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. EPIC PHAIL. HAHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-7328470973740903073?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7328470973740903073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=7328470973740903073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7328470973740903073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7328470973740903073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-i-just-remembered-i-found-pin.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-8083170049884358909</id><published>2009-03-25T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:28:31.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm home early for once, yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, she doesn't even want to bring me to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Yes duh, I know the pain is normal and will go away in a few days, but I have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;And other than the fact that it's you who forced me into school, which means that you owe me something at the least, do you know how painful it is?&lt;br /&gt;I asked you to help me yesterday, and while you were, is complaining a must?&lt;br /&gt;Why the fish you need to comment about stupid things?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't give a damn about them, cause does it look like it'll help anything AFTER I've fallen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my friends show more concern now.&lt;br /&gt;Damn lah.&lt;br /&gt;If she's not bringing me to the doctor tonight I'm going by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-8083170049884358909?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/8083170049884358909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=8083170049884358909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/8083170049884358909'/><link 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style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why she wants to bring it up now, when I'm trying so hard to fit into my life in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you talk about it during Orientation?&lt;br /&gt;I would've jumped at the choice then.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me spend more than a month at JC, and you think I can tear myself away from my new friends like that?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU ACTUALLY EVEN SAY THAT YOU'VE BEEN A TEENAGER BEFORE?&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT LIFE IS LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT ME AND MY WELFARE?&lt;br /&gt;If so, then why do you keep instigating me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The god damned life path that I drew out, it was from two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was forced to put a damned JC.&lt;br /&gt;I was duped into believing that JC was the only way to go, but once you've seen the options, you know there's so much more.&lt;br /&gt;You'd know that poly is so much more worth it than JC.&lt;br /&gt;"People who choose to go JC are braver than those that go poly."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WHAT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK PEOPLE WHO GO POLY HAVE MORE BALLS THAN THOSE WHO GO JC.&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE WILLING TO GO AGAINST THE SOCIAL NORM AND STAND UP FOR WHAT THEY WANT AND BELIEVE IN.&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE OUR PASSION LIES IN POLY DOESN'T MEAN THAT WE'RE OF LOWER STANDARD.&lt;br /&gt;I FORCED MYSELF INTO A FREAKING JC BECAUSE OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER WANTED TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MAKING ME ANGRIER AND MORE AGITATED BY THE SECOND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DARE YOU SUDDENLY OFFER TO HELP ME APPEAL INTO A POLY?&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'D JUST LISTEN TO ME TWO MONTHS AGO DURING THE CHOICE OF SCHOOLS THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE ENDED UP IN THIS SITUATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;YOUR FACE SO IMPORTANT TO YOU RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU LIKE TO TELL YOUR FRIENDS THAT I'M IN JC AND MAKE THEM GO WOW.&lt;br /&gt;RATHER THAN TELLING THEM THAT I'M IN POLY AND THEY THINK THAT I'M STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;POLY PEOPLE HAVE BRAINS AND CAPABILITIES YOU KNOW, AND SOME OF THEM ARE MORE CAPABLE THAN A LOT OF JC PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK I'M NOT YOUR PUPPET?&lt;br /&gt;I AM.&lt;br /&gt;I WORK HARD SO MANY DAYS OF MY LIFE IN SCHOOL, WHICH IS A LIVING HELL, IN CASE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT TO THINK THAT YOU'RE MY PUPPET?&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN, SERIOUSLY, SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;YOU TOLD ME REPEATEDLY TO BE MORE POSITIVE, AND THAT WHEN YOU HEAR ME BEING UPSET OR ANGRY ABOUT MY SCHOOL, YOU'RE SAD.&lt;br /&gt;WTF? WTF? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;I WASN'T THE ONE WHO BROUGHT THE TOPIC UP!&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD'VE KEPT IT TO MYSELF, THE WAY I'VE BEEN FOR THE PAST MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO, SOMEONE HAD TO PICK AT IT.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LIKE THAT WHITE TIGER INCIDENT.&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU HONESTLY BLAME ME WHEN I'VE BEEN PROVOKED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP TALKING ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALREADY SCREWED UP MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION IS ESSENTIAL, BUT WHY FORCE ME TO YOUR WILL?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT AS IF I SAID I WANTED TO DROP OUT OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANTED TO GO POLY, TAKE UP THE COURSE IN BIOMEDICAL SCIENCE. THEN GRADUATE AND ENTER A UNI AND MANAGE TO GET A BACHELOR'S DEGREE AND THEN GO FOR A MASTERS.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT AS IF I DON'T HAVE DREAMS, I HAVE MY OWN DREAMS, AND JUST CAUSE THEY DON'T RUN PARALLEL WITH YOURS, YOU FEEL THE NEED TO TELL ME TO DO WHAT YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU ACTUALLY CARED FOR ME YOU'D HAVE LET ME GO FROM THE START, NOT GIVE ME THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;SHIT PARENT ACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; THAT SAYS YOU DID WHAT YOU DID CAUSE YOU LOVE ME AND IT'S FOR THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT.&lt;br /&gt;YOU COULD HAVE WASTED AN EXTRA YEAR OF MY LIFE BY FORCING ME TO GO JC.&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALREADY TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; MISTAKE BY BEING A GOOD STUDENT.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE WHO'S PROACTIVE IN CCA AND ALL THAT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME A CHOICE AND I WAS FORCED TO FOLLOW WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;IF I WEREN'T YOUR PUPPET, I'D HAVE RUN AWAY AND FORGED MY OWN LIFE LONG AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STOP ASKING ME IF I KNOW THAT YOU LOVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE YES, I FREAKING DO.&lt;br /&gt;AND IF I MYSELF DIDN'T LOVE YOU, DO YOU THINK THAT I'D PUT UP WITH ALL THIS SHIT?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO GO TO JC FOR MY OWN GOOD, MY OWN GOOD WOULD BE GOING TO POLY.&lt;br /&gt;I'M DOING THIS FOR YOU, SO THAT YOU CAN BE THE HAPPY PARENT AND BE PROUD OF HER KID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SO SCREAM VERY VERY BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE THE EXPERT AT RUBBING SALT INTO THE WOUND.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR OPENING THE DOOR AFTER I'VE VENTURED SOMEWHERE ELSE WITH NO RETURN.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR FORCING ME TO DO WHAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; WANT. AND NEVER GIVING ME A CHOICE IN MY OWN FUTURE, WHATEVER CRAP YOU USE TO FIGHT YOUR ARGUMENTS WITH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4499098661373766028?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4499098661373766028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4499098661373766028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4499098661373766028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4499098661373766028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-post-is-filled-with-teen-angst.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1490945828440174340</id><published>2009-03-24T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:24:06.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No Spectra meeting today cause the J2s are having tests. :o&lt;br /&gt;Yay I finally get to go home earlier on Tuesday for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. ):&lt;br /&gt;The worst freaking thing happened to me today!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;While walking down the stairs to go for PE after assembly, Idk what happened, but I slipped and fell!&lt;br /&gt;I could really feel this jolt go straight up my back.&lt;br /&gt;Well fine, I could stand, but I was trying so badly not to cry and I had to hold my breath for so long.&lt;br /&gt;My back and my ass hurt. A lot. A lot. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even speak properly ):&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, I saw stars.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking, it's like, you see these fuzzy thingies that appear in your vision and then you can't see anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Mars said I sounded really scary, and I imagine that I came out sounding constipated.&lt;br /&gt;Sir was disappointed, but he let me skip PE today.&lt;br /&gt;Which may or may not be a good thing, cause it's 2.4.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it was probably more of a good thing cause it started raining and not everyone's timing was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I KNOW FALLING ON THE STEPS IS UNGLAM OKAY! D:&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM SERIOUSLY ACCIDENT PRONE TODAY, IDK WHY.&lt;br /&gt;After that first incident, mishaps kept coming. D:&lt;br /&gt;Even while walking down the stairs to some other lessons, I was so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Mars and Elena offered to walk behind and in front of me. xD&lt;br /&gt;But then again I nearly fell down the stairs once more at the staircase to the Can Deck. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass still hurts like crap every time I sit or stand up.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the panadol, Mars. :D&lt;br /&gt;If this pain still isn't gone by 8, I'm going to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to the people who were concerned enough to ask what was wrong and offer advice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, we had Chinese class in that dark classroom opposite the comp labs today.&lt;br /&gt;Mars and Elena were too scared to enter cause it looked 'haunted'.&lt;br /&gt;So I went in and flipped on the lights, it was seriously pitch black in there before that.&lt;br /&gt;After that we decided to go sit down and turn them off, so that our other classmates wouldn't see us. xD&lt;br /&gt;Both of them went to their seats first and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;Oooh boy, navigation without the lights is crazy. @__@&lt;br /&gt;Even with the help of Elena's handphone, I still walked into a stupid chair that was out of place and one table that was behind mine. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was worth it. xD&lt;br /&gt;We saw Sarah, Ella and Sheryl coming.&lt;br /&gt;They thought they were early since the room was in darkness, so they just came in and switched on the lights.&lt;br /&gt;And they saw us!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ella looked quite shocked. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HOMAHGAWDZXZXZ. D:&lt;br /&gt;I have SC interview next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;TWO SLOTS BEHIND HER. ZOMGWTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme time, babeh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called 50 FIRST REACTIONS. Type what comes to your mind FIRST whenever you see these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and change. Doesn't matter how random it is, just type it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer: Ew&lt;br /&gt;2. Food: Bleh D:&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationships: Nice&lt;br /&gt;4. Your crush: Yay&lt;br /&gt;5. Power Rangers: Gogo Power Rangersssssss&lt;br /&gt;6. Life: Sucks&lt;br /&gt;7. The President: OBAMA PLZ.&lt;br /&gt;8. Yummy: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;9. Cars: AUDI!&lt;br /&gt;10. Movies: Romance&lt;br /&gt;11. Halloween: Vamps (are teh smex)&lt;br /&gt;12. Sex: F&lt;br /&gt;13. Religion: Buddhist&lt;br /&gt;14. Hate: Is underrated&lt;br /&gt;15. Fear: Bugs&lt;br /&gt;16. Marriage: Commitment&lt;br /&gt;17. Blondes: Dumb Blondes! xD&lt;br /&gt;18. Slippers: Teva&lt;br /&gt;19. Shoes: Sneakers&lt;br /&gt;20. Asians: Dark hair&lt;br /&gt;21. Pass time: Memes&lt;br /&gt;22. One night stand: Little Black Dress&lt;br /&gt;23. My cell phone: LG Cookie (LOVE. :D)&lt;br /&gt;24. Smoke: Sucks&lt;br /&gt;25. Fantasy: To get the hell out of sg. ):&lt;br /&gt;26. College: Screwed timetable&lt;br /&gt;27. High school life: CRESCENT!&lt;br /&gt;28. Pajamas: Cute&lt;br /&gt;29. Stars: North Star&lt;br /&gt;30. Center: of?&lt;br /&gt;31. Alcohol: ICE WINE!&lt;br /&gt;32. The word love: is beautiful and should never be flung around by those who don't know the true value of it.&lt;br /&gt;33. Friends: Crazy&lt;br /&gt;34. Money: My second love. :x&lt;br /&gt;35. Heartache: Breakups&lt;br /&gt;36. Time: is always too little&lt;br /&gt;37. Divorce: is very bad&lt;br /&gt;38. Dogs: HL!&lt;br /&gt;39. Undies: Decent&lt;br /&gt;40. Parents: :D Love.&lt;br /&gt;41. Babies: Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;42. Ex: Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;43. Song: Think Of You Later (Empty Room)&lt;br /&gt;44. Color: Red.&lt;br /&gt;45. Weddings: Fairytales.&lt;br /&gt;46. Pizza: PEPPERONI + CHEESE PLZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;47. Hangout: Jap cafe? -__-&lt;br /&gt;48. Rest: sleep.&lt;br /&gt;49. Goal: To get into a uni with a scholarship&lt;br /&gt;50. Inspiration: So I'm not stuck in SG forever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1490945828440174340?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1490945828440174340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=1490945828440174340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1490945828440174340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1490945828440174340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-spectra-meeting-today-cause-j2s-are.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-9163269005271300456</id><published>2009-03-23T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:49:59.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elena is so cute and Chester is just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that she's so innocent. xD&lt;br /&gt;When I asked: why Peter Paendez?&lt;br /&gt;"Cause you know when your parents say don't give out personal info on the net? Later someone stalk me. D:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE. HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Shoot, Shag or Marry.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just hilarious to play with. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Math lecture, waiting outside LT:&lt;br /&gt;Chester: Can I shoot myself? Or can I shag and shoot? Then get rid of all the evidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In LT, waiting for Math lecture to start:&lt;br /&gt;Chester: Why not shoot and then shag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WTF, SHAGGING A CORPSE. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-9163269005271300456?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/9163269005271300456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=9163269005271300456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/9163269005271300456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/9163269005271300456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/elena-is-so-cute-and-chester-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1510965925630983457</id><published>2009-03-23T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:54:33.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meme from Zee (I'm pretty sure I did it before, but my shirt is different so I don't care xD) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I yelled at a birdbath on your car because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type out the sentence you end up with in the TITLE of your note and tag your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;January-------I kicked&lt;br /&gt;February------I loved&lt;br /&gt;March--------I karate chopped&lt;br /&gt;April----------I licked&lt;br /&gt;May----------I jumped on&lt;br /&gt;June----------I smelled&lt;br /&gt;July-----------I did the Macarena With&lt;br /&gt;August--------I had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;September----I danced with&lt;br /&gt;October-------I sang to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November-----I yelled at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December-----I ran over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-------a birdbath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-------a monster&lt;br /&gt;3-------a phone&lt;br /&gt;4-------a fork&lt;br /&gt;5-------a snowman&lt;br /&gt;6-------a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7-------my mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;8-------my dog&lt;br /&gt;9-------my best friends' boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10-------my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;11-------my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12-------a banana&lt;br /&gt;13-------a fireman&lt;br /&gt;14-------a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15-------a goat&lt;br /&gt;16-------a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17-------your mom&lt;br /&gt;18-------a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19------ - a smurf&lt;br /&gt;20-------a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21-------a ninja&lt;br /&gt;22-------Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;23-------a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24-------a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;25-------a football player&lt;br /&gt;26-------my sister&lt;br /&gt;27-------my brother&lt;br /&gt;28-------an iPod&lt;br /&gt;29-------a surfer&lt;br /&gt;30-------a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;31-------a llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last number of the year you were born:&lt;br /&gt;1--------- In my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 --------- On your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ----------- In a hole&lt;br /&gt;4 ----------- Under your bedapr&lt;br /&gt;5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;6 --------- sliding down a hill&lt;br /&gt;7 --------- in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;8---------- at the dinner table&lt;br /&gt;9 -------- In line at the bank&lt;br /&gt;0 -------- in your bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;White---------because I'm cool like that&lt;br /&gt;Black---------because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Red-----------because the voices told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;Green---------because I think I need some serious help.&lt;br /&gt;Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Brown---------because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Other----------because I'm a Ninja!&lt;br /&gt;None----------because I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now type out the sentence you made, in the TITLE and tag your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one is from Mari. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your best girl friend?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm idk. Booboo? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If someone were to tell you they like you right now, would you care?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would care. But it depends on who's the one who's saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for?&lt;br /&gt;Who did I fall hardest for? o__o" Uh, I think yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where did you last sleep other than your house?&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte's house! YAYYYY SLEEPOVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Booboo ish mah best frienndx. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Smoking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you remember what you were like when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Can you vote for the next election?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, idk. I don't plan to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Think Of You Later (Empty Room) - Every Avenue&lt;br /&gt;This song is stuck in my head, and I'm not denying that I like what it reminds me of. But I'm sad about what it means. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When will your next kiss be?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a first one, so Idk. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Charlotte and TV, Zee, Kelly, Mika, Kenny, QZ, Ben, Jackie, Mari, Monkey, Manman and 8039.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever have a sleepover with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't think I ever want to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you date smart people?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps. I mean, my date has to be someone who can actually speak proper sentences so he has to have decent intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where were you at 2:02pm this afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;In school, prolly having Chem tut at NL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What does the last text in your phone says?&lt;br /&gt;Zee: Indeed. He is impossibly lol. My friends think he's cute. :O&lt;br /&gt;(BUT BTW HE IS NOT. LOOOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who did you last eat with?&lt;br /&gt;1SC4 people who went down to buy waffles before GP. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you text alot?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Especially with the gq notifications, I mean wtf. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How old will you be in 13 months?&lt;br /&gt;I will be 17. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When is the last time you tattooed?&lt;br /&gt;Never have and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you like that person will you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll hide them. ): Idk, I'll be too shy to tell him. Actions speak louder than words, no? xD (BUT MARI YOU SHIZ GO TELL HIM YOU LIKE HIM.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. They're smexy and pretteh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;ACJC Freeze! HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Will you talk to the person you like tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so? It's probably quite impossible anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Of course. (:&lt;br /&gt;I have lovely friends around me who support me, what reason do I have not to smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you buy first ?&lt;br /&gt;I'd get A NEW TPC. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with? What was it about?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it was in the mrt with Yu Xuan, Chester and Jie Kang as well as Monica.&lt;br /&gt;LOL YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT THINGS WE WERE TALKING ABOUT. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who was driving the last car you were in?&lt;br /&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who was the last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Sab, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;To be able to go overseas and study. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What if you married the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't kissed anyone lah, oi. -__- But I guess if I kiss that person I don't mind marrying him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;GOING OVERSEAS TO STUDY AFTER A'S ARE OVER. WHOOOO. *isshot*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEECH DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever kissed your number 1 on facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Who's my number 1 on fb? o_O And no, I haven't kissed anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When was the last time you cried? And why?&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I guess. I didn't manage to achieve my goal and some people weren't cooperating. I guess it's cause I'm a lousy planner but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever kissed someone who's name starts with an A?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, how many times must I say I haven't kissed anyone -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is there one person who can make you feel better no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. (: That's the beauty of it, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Ameerah! HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What were you doing at 2:00 am last night?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. And dreading going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you cried today ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What bed did you sleep in last night ?&lt;br /&gt;My own bed? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you currently frustrated with a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm no. I can't dictate other's lives so I have no reason to be frustrated with them. (: Do your best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever talked to someone that was high?&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE TIME. HAHAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Does it snow where you live?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. When is the next time you will see your grandma?&lt;br /&gt;Never. Or maybe in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you kissed or hugged someone today ?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Will you be married in the next two years ?&lt;br /&gt;LOL WHEN I'M 18? NO I DON'T THINK SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever wanted someone you thought that you couldn't have?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Are you in a relationship, single, complicated, married, or engaged?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say I'm married to Booboo. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. How have you felt today ?&lt;br /&gt;Sian-ed of school, but then happy cause some people made me happy today and then high cause of the weird stuff we did. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;I like my English name but my Chinese one, ntrly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Are you happy at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, a mix between happiness and sadness I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What were you doing at 10:00pm last night ?&lt;br /&gt;GQ. RAWR BEAT GENOSIS AND PURERMILK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Last person who drove you somewhere(besides your parents) ?&lt;br /&gt;Er, the bus driver for 184 just now? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Ever kissed someone in a closet?&lt;br /&gt;No. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you live alone ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. But maybe in two years I will. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Are you crazy ?&lt;br /&gt;At times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who was the last person to call you babe?&lt;br /&gt;Idk -__- Michelle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. How has this past week been for you?&lt;br /&gt;I liek holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Last thing you drank ?&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you believe that every thing happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, but I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;A dolphin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What do you normally order when you're at McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;Idk, Filet-o-fish without the tartar sauce. And Twister fries, but only during CNY period. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Just finished Mounting Desires and now starting on The Unfortunate Miss Fortunes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Describe your mood.&lt;br /&gt;Bored and sad but still a little happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Describe the last time you were injured?&lt;br /&gt;Idk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just copy the list from the top. Charlotte and TV, Zee, Kelly, Mika, Kenny, QZ, Ben, Jackie, Mari, Monkey, Manman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Rock concert or symphony?&lt;br /&gt;ROCK CONCERT. I WANT TO SEE EVERY AVENUE, ATL OR SBH BABEHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you like taking the MRT?&lt;br /&gt;Not during peak periods. Then everyone is squished against one another and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. If you could only use a form of transportation&lt;br /&gt;I want teleportation. Or a car would do just fine. Maybe a motorbike, I don't mind riding a Harley. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Whats your favorite kind of cake?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Durian. :D I hate dark forest and a lot of other cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Look 20 degrees to your left, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;The huge pile of papers I've gathered since last year. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Do you untie your shoes when you take it off?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. That's why I tie my laces loose so I can slip my feet in and out without untying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you buy your own groceries?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. What's your favorite fruit?&lt;br /&gt;Apple or Banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Do you like running long distances?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Have you ever eaten snow?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. What color are your bedsheet?&lt;br /&gt;Brown! :D I like this bedsheet a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you hate someone very badly at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, that person just leaves a bitter after-taste atm, since my friends more than make up for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you watch Spongebob?&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What temperature is it outside right now?&lt;br /&gt;Idk, just very warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you consider yourself smart?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;One on each ear. Maybe I'll get another pair. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. What language do you speak at home?&lt;br /&gt;English/ Singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. How do you feel about your family?&lt;br /&gt;We get along better than many other SG families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. What time did you go to bed yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What CD is currently in your CD player?&lt;br /&gt;I don't use my CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;But you my dear need to know, this year I want you alone.&lt;/s&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more books? I don't really see what else I need. Oh, other than the permission to go overseas and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Favorite ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;PHISH FOOD IS THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPION. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. What's the way people most often mispronounce any part of your name?&lt;br /&gt;Marissa. I MEAN, WTF, MY NAME IS MELISSA, NOT MARISSA. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Or stretching the Juan to be Ju-aan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Lastly, whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Black, white, green, orange, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist doing this one. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Zee,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, I'm selling myself for candy. I think I realized it when your dog humped my leg in your closet and I saw you carve your initials into the Montreal Canadian’s goalie. I'm sure you're shamed enough to understand the middle-east is planning their revenge on you. I'm returning your Hannah Montana underwear to you, but I'll keep your glass eye as a memory. You should also know that I never will forget that night and you ruined my attempts at another world war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck on the sex change/Go milk a cow,&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (someone you recently talked to),&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this,(1). I think I realized it (2)(3) and I saw you (4)(5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;(Your name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - I'm in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I’m joining the Convent&lt;br /&gt;Black -Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Green- Our socks don't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a leprechaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you&lt;br /&gt;Other -I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night you picked your nose&lt;br /&gt;February -When I quoted Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;May - When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July – When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;August - When you smacked my ass&lt;br /&gt;September - Last year when you peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November - When your dog humped my leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - When I finally changed my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;Chicken- In your car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasagna - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétien&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Other - With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Red - Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Black - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - bit of&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate (I WISH I GOT THIS. D:)&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 cd&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;Other --The elephant in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Open&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other -shamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful you are&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Silly - That I'm allergic to your earlobes&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid&lt;br /&gt;Other - That your driving sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your toe ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red - The pictures from Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - Your car&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other - Your Hannah Montana underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Your photo with the moustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbors dog&lt;br /&gt;G/H - The oil tank from your car&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;K/L - The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M/N - Your glass eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Your sucide note&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Love your sweet, sweet ass&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E/F -Never will forget that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Will not tell the authorites that you stole the whale from the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Always wanted to break your legs&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – am better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Wine- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Water – I'm scratching my butt as you read this&lt;br /&gt;Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineral/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Other – you should stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia - Best of luck on the sex change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France - Love always&lt;br /&gt;Spain - With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;br /&gt;England - Go drown yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1510965925630983457?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1510965925630983457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=1510965925630983457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1510965925630983457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1510965925630983457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/meme-from-zee-im-pretty-sure-i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-2243996582078429019</id><published>2009-03-22T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:31:46.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll play the love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and baby I'll play the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things won't be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll really miss you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;And please, do at least &lt;s&gt;try to&lt;/s&gt; talk to me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;These words just don't want to be said in person, and blame it on me and my cowardly ways. ):&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like to say it like those bimbos who throw it around as though it's worth nothing.&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what it really means, so it doesn't mean anything to them when they say it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I used to, but you defined it in a whole new way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I hear your voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a perfect story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're different, and you made a difference to my life.&lt;br /&gt;Your existence will always be significant, no matter what anyone says or what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're just a little camera shy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you're still a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2243996582078429019?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2243996582078429019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2243996582078429019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2243996582078429019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2243996582078429019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/youll-play-love-and-baby-ill-play-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-2353098675068574903</id><published>2009-03-22T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:07:42.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Play count: 216. O_O&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm serious that I can't get the song out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2353098675068574903?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2353098675068574903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2353098675068574903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2353098675068574903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2353098675068574903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/play-count-216.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6378797309961009424</id><published>2009-03-21T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:53:09.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm looking forward to going to a university overseas more than before. (:&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm very very seriously considering Australian universities.&lt;br /&gt;Right now UNSW and some others in Perth look very promising.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I only have to survive 2 years more and then be able to go overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6378797309961009424?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6378797309961009424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6378797309961009424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6378797309961009424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6378797309961009424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-looking-forward-to-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-7938514855836044658</id><published>2009-03-20T17:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:42:05.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very sad and very pissed off with myself and some people. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't need to elaborate on why I'm pissed off with some people.&lt;br /&gt;They themselves know what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I didn't treasure the times when you were around.&lt;br /&gt;It's taking the saying that one doesn't treasure something until it's taken away to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;And now I seriously wonder what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have gotten mad or irritated yesterday, and although you were trying to show some concern, I was being so anal.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly regretting the way I've treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been supporting me in more ways than one, and even though I can't stand to give in to you at all and I don't show it, you're an extremely important person to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I mean what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you may come across as being selfish or childish.&lt;br /&gt;As do I when I act the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;But we both have our reasons for being dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;But now I can't be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;You have to go do what you're supposed to do, and I don't want to hold you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the best out of the 11-odd days that you're still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shit, I'm going to miss you a lot. A lot more than I can express.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't have an extremely apt song to describe this situation, but I think the most closely related one is this.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find another way to say it, except via a song.&lt;br /&gt;And seriously now, it's become one of my favorite songs and now you're linked to it. ):&lt;br /&gt;Well lucky you, now every time it plays you're stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could hear the words underlined and in bold from me personally. );&lt;br /&gt;Take them to heart, cause I really mean them.&lt;br /&gt;But I've to settle for second best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Opportunity cost @__@&lt;br /&gt;Econs is getting to me. D:&lt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This might be my last chance,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; So maybe I should take it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I just hope you're listening,  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To everything I’m saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I miss the long drives, the car rides,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The bad fights, the good times.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The way you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; will never leave my mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Think of you later in my empty room,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Where I, I will fall asleep alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Think of you later in my empty room,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Where I, I will fall asleep alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; So quit your crying,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; And wipe the tears from your eyes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘Cause this is &lt;u&gt;“see you later,”&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’m not into goodbyes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Watch the brake lights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; as I leave your driveway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The warm nights, will stay beside me,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; No matter where I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Think of you later in my empty room,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Where I, I will fall asleep alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Think of you later in my empty room,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Where I, I will fall asleep alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Watch the brake lights,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; as I leave your driveway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; The warm nights, will stay beside me,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; No matter where I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Think of you later in my empty room,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Where I, I will fall asleep alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Think of you later in my empty room,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where I, I will fall asleep alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Think of you later in my empty room,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Where I, I will fall asleep alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Think of you later in my empty room,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Where I, I will fall asleep alone.                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, and do your best there.&lt;br /&gt;And then pick up your ass and get it back here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rooting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-7938514855836044658?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7938514855836044658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=7938514855836044658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7938514855836044658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7938514855836044658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-very-sad-and-very-pissed-off-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-2327876485002380759</id><published>2009-03-20T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:13:42.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised I have a few memes saved as drafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to calculate your idiocy GPA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [ ] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;br /&gt;2. [x] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails&lt;br /&gt;3. [x] Broken a chair by leaning back in it&lt;br /&gt;4. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking (LOOOL NOT MY FAULT LAH D:)&lt;br /&gt;5. [x] Choked on your own spit while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;6. [ ] Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not, or had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to your head&lt;br /&gt;7. [x] Been caught staring at your crush by your crush (Well, oops?)&lt;br /&gt;8. [x] Have looked for something for at least 5 min then realized it was in your hand&lt;br /&gt;9. [x] Tried to push open a door that said pull (All the time, baby xD)&lt;br /&gt;10. [x] Tried to pull open a door that said push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. [ ] Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love potion&lt;br /&gt;12. [ ] Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else&lt;br /&gt;13. [x] Have tripped and fallen UP the stairs (Ouch ):)&lt;br /&gt;14. [ ] Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;15. [ ] Have gotten gum stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;16. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble (D: And I still can't blow a bubble)&lt;br /&gt;17. [ ] Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it&lt;br /&gt;18. [x] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard (xD Well, the Merlion issue wasn't so bad.)&lt;br /&gt;19. [x] Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name (I'M SO SORRY LOL. D:)&lt;br /&gt;20. [ ] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot (I don't play soccer -___-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. [x] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on&lt;br /&gt;22. [ ] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle&lt;br /&gt;23. [x] Have run into a closed door&lt;br /&gt;24: [x] Died from stupidity overload. (xD Story of my life.)&lt;br /&gt;25. [x] Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it&lt;br /&gt;26. [x] It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke&lt;br /&gt;27. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;28. [x] Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan (Painnnnnnnnn. D:)&lt;br /&gt;29. [x] Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;30. [ ] Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. [x] After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it&lt;br /&gt;32. [x] Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside&lt;br /&gt;33. [x] Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else&lt;br /&gt;34. [ ] Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property&lt;br /&gt;35. [x] Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc when its on, even though you knew it was hot (WELL I FORGOT FOR A WHILE.)&lt;br /&gt;36. [x] Taken off your clothes to change into something else then accidentally put the old clothes back on (LOL. :x)&lt;br /&gt;37. [x] Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in&lt;br /&gt;38. [x] Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;39. [x] Walked into a pole&lt;br /&gt;40. [x] Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident/stolen someone's shoes by accident (I wore Jun Jun's socks home before. LOL. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. [x] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house (D:)&lt;br /&gt;42. [ ] Tried to take a picture of someone's eye with the flash on&lt;br /&gt;43. [x] Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small (Well D:)&lt;br /&gt;44. [x] Walked out of the bathroom stall with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;45. [x] Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there, you forgot what it is was that you were going to do (Daily occurrence. :D)&lt;br /&gt;46. [x] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it&lt;br /&gt;47. [x] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up (LOL. Refer to my old post.)&lt;br /&gt;48. [x] Have poked yourself in the eye&lt;br /&gt;49. [x] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on&lt;br /&gt;50. [ ] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. [x] Have done enough stupid things to make a test&lt;br /&gt;52. [x] Have accidentally stabbed yourself with a pencil&lt;br /&gt;53. [x] Have sung the wrong verse to a song without realizing it (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;54. [x] Have given an odd answer to a question because you didn't hear the question in the first place and didn't feel like asking what it was&lt;br /&gt;55. [x] Told someone you were the wrong age because you seriously forgot how old you were (LOOL. Ask Kel what I told Domy.)&lt;br /&gt;56. [ ] Looked into an overhead purposefully while it was on&lt;br /&gt;57. [x] Got up early and got ready for school/work, then realized that you didn't have school/work that day&lt;br /&gt;58. [x] Forgot your own phone number (I used to forget it. D:)&lt;br /&gt;59. [x] Have tripped on a cord after someone told you to watch out for it&lt;br /&gt;60. [x] Have ever laughed at a joke that no one else thought was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. [ ] Done the Macarena to the electric slide or vice versa&lt;br /&gt;62. [x] Said funner then had someone make fun of you for it&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] Have repeated yourself at least twice in the same sentence&lt;br /&gt;64. [x] Brought up an inside joke with the wrong person (Oops. ): I still can't remember who was with me at that time!)&lt;br /&gt;65. [x] Didn't do the back side of an assignment because you thought that there wasn't one because you had already looked and forgot that there was another side&lt;br /&gt;66. [x] Did more work than you had to on an assignment because you didn't read the directions&lt;br /&gt;67. [x] Corrected someone's grammar/pronunciation then figured out that you were the one that was wrong&lt;br /&gt;68. [x] Put something in a special place so that you would remember where it was, then forgot where you put it&lt;br /&gt;69. [x] Put ice in your drink after the glass was full of liquid and had it splash out&lt;br /&gt;70. [x] Told a lie then forgot what it was that you had said and got caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. [ ] When wearing goggles, you pulled them away from your face and let go so that they would come back and snap you in the face&lt;br /&gt;72. [ ] Forgot to make sure that the lamp was off before you replaced the light bulb&lt;br /&gt;73. [x] Ran into a door jam&lt;br /&gt;74. [ ] Told someone that you hardly ever do stupid things, then immediately did/said something stupid (I admit I do stupid things a lot D:)&lt;br /&gt;75. [x] Told someone to watch out for something, then you were the one that ran into it&lt;br /&gt;76. [ ] Have purposely licked playground sand&lt;br /&gt;77. [x] Have purposely and repeatedly flicked yourself with a rubber band (HAHA. I was bored.)&lt;br /&gt;78. [x] Gotten so hyper that someone actually thought you were drunk when you weren't&lt;br /&gt;79. [x] Have been so hyper you actually scared people (LOOOOOOOL.)&lt;br /&gt;80. [ ] Put duct tape on your body then pulled it off to see if it would hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. [ ] Put duct tape on your hair/someone else's hair then pulled it off&lt;br /&gt;82. [ ] Put a clothes pin/hair clip on your lip, figured out that it hurt, then did it again&lt;br /&gt;83. [ ] Sat and wondered why men's dress shirts have a loop on the back&lt;br /&gt;84. [x] Made up a code name for someone so that you could talk about them to someone else and no one else would know who you were talking about (Mmrs of pri sch.)&lt;br /&gt;85. [x] Have gotten a hairbrush stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;86. [ ] Used the straw to blow the straw wrapper at someone&lt;br /&gt;87. [ ] Shaved your tongue because you thought your taste buds looked funny&lt;br /&gt;88. [ ] When at a restaurant, you used your spoon to fling stuff at people&lt;br /&gt;89. [ ] Have flung forks at people in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;90. [ ] Tripped and made the waiter drop the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. [ ] As you are writing, you move your head back and forth with your pen/pencil&lt;br /&gt;92. [x] Have drawn finger puppets on your fingers then named them (HAHA. THEY'RE VERY AMUSING WHAAAAAAT.)&lt;br /&gt;93. [ ] Have wrapped someone in a roll of toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;94. [ ] Have used somebody else's toothbrush without even realizing it wasn't yours (Well, nearly.)&lt;br /&gt;95. [x] Have started telling a story and forget what you were talking about or what happened in the story&lt;br /&gt;96. [x] Read a whole book but during the whole book you weren’t even paying attention (CID at night. :x)&lt;br /&gt;97. [x] You have spelled your own name wrong before (I didn't know how to spell my Chinese name lah. D:)&lt;br /&gt;98. [ ] When lying in bed you look for pictures in the texture of the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;99. [x] Have used your calculator as a form of communication in a class&lt;br /&gt;100. [ ] Have popped a balloon in your mouth plastic ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to obtain your idiocy GPA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80-100 4.0&lt;br /&gt;70-79 3.6&lt;br /&gt;65-69 3.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60-64 2.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55-59 2.4&lt;br /&gt;50-54 2.0&lt;br /&gt;45-49 1.6&lt;br /&gt;40-44 1.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;40 0.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Crescentian meme!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how many of these silly things you remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Known a teacher who didn’t shave her armpits&lt;br /&gt;[x] Remembered a teacher for having a very strong “scent”&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tricked a teacher on April Fools&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Knew a teacher who liked a student of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Knew a teacher who needed to eat more seaweed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Contacted a teacher via SMS before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wore the tie on the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Buttoned up your shirt all the way to the top on the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wore the socks that said C.G.S&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wore ankle socks because the C.G.S was simply disgusting (I AM SUPER GUAI LAH.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had velcro taped to your blouse/skirt&lt;br /&gt;[x] Placed stuff in your breast pocket&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tore your breast pocket&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wore uniforms at least two sizes bigger&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Purposely wore shorts other than the school’s PE shorts for mass runs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Detested your house tee so much it is chucked in one corner of your closet or is used as a rag&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bought sports shoes from Queensway&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wore normal bras&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Unhooked people’s normal bra&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wore bright coloured sportsbras that wasn’t allowed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wrote stuff on your sports shoes such as _______rocks!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thought Crescentian was pronounced as Crescent -tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got caught for having waxing your hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got scolded for having your hair too short&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hid your handphone in the OHP&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hid your handphone in ziplock bags and placed them in your waterbottles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Used lollipop sticks as your earrings&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wore really fanciful earrings despite knowing you should not be doing so&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wore your nametag in a way that it hung low into your breast pocket&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made a nametag that didn’t bear your name&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tore Newsweeks to share with friends who didn’t bring anything during Silent Reading&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got caught tearing your newsweeks/reading textbooks and was made to stand&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Was used as an example for bad behaviour&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Was remembered by the security guard for breaking the rules&lt;br /&gt;[x] Passed notes in class on a frequent basis&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a teacher read out the note you passed in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Remember the ballerina story like the back of your hand&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thought the guy who appeared in school at night was a ghost&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sat at the top level of the library worrying Pontianak would appear&lt;br /&gt;[x] Heard one or more ghost stories about the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bought mixed/”can” sandwich from the last stall&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wanted to protest against the school for banning the sale of hashbrowns&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ordered chicken porridge without chicken/ grass jelly without grass&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loved the dessert from the first stall&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Attempted to order a random juice from the first stall and actually got it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] On the first day of school, you ate from the stall with the longest queue&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Spread/Knew the rumour that the last stall recycles their straws&lt;br /&gt;[x] Would rather eat Mobil’s food anytime&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slept on the canteen table&lt;br /&gt;[x] Celebrated your friend’s birthday by singing Happy Birthday crescent style&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed so hard you fell off the canteen chair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kicked the vending machine because you heard that it gives more change than it should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Has bought something from the petrol kiosk before&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loved buying instant noodles and balance it all the way back to school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loved Polar Puffs and Cakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Regarded town as your second home&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ever SMS-ed people to warn them that teachers were in town&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Knew the ice-cream uncle at Redhill&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Walked to redhill market to eat carrot cake or drink sugar cane&lt;br /&gt;[x] Headed to Tanglin Macs for breakfast before/after remedial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curriculum and Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Know one or more quotes from the Bonesetters’s Daughter&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Know one or more quotes from the View From The Bridge&lt;br /&gt;[x] Read your textbooks more than 4 times&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Loved breaking those 4/6 digit number locks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Called Mr Chan up to break your lock because you lost/forgot to bring the key&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Headed to the toilet each time the bell rang&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ate in the toilet before because you felt it was clean enough&lt;br /&gt;[x] Walked in to the toilet and saw something you shouldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;[x] Heard people gossiping about people you know because they didn’t realise you were in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;[x] Looked at yourself in the full-length mirror in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loitered in school even though lessons were over&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hid in the toilet in order to skip the entire lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ran so fast you were given a piece of paper to commend you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hid in class so you wouldn’t have to run&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Purposely came late for school so you could miss mass run&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Were one of those few who pushed against the school gate when they were closing it all because you took too long to run&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tried to run a route different from yours so it would be shorter&lt;br /&gt;[xxxx] Prayed that it would rain so mass run would be cancelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotanda, Mini Forum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Spread flour all over the floor so you could slide through&lt;br /&gt;[x] Threw something down the rotunda&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Held a wedding ceremony at the rotunda&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tripped at the mini-forum stairs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Raced someone up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tried to burn the tables in the lab&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cooked something in the lab and ate it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stole testubes, boiling tubes etc&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broke something in the lab before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Burned your hand and didn’t want to tell the teacher for fear that your SPA marks would be deducted&lt;br /&gt;[x] Could smell the examination materials before O-levels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2327876485002380759?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2327876485002380759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2327876485002380759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2327876485002380759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2327876485002380759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-realised-i-have-few-memes-saved-as.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6553119474932964032</id><published>2009-03-20T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:12:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yet another meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP ONE:&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name with songs -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;arvelous Things - Eisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ndlessly, She Said - A.F.I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ips Like Morphine - Kill Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'d Hate To Be You When People Find Out What This Song Is About - Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;eventeen Forever - Metro Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;hake and Shout - Stereo Skyline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lways - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TWO:&lt;br /&gt;– Name: Melissa Chee&lt;br /&gt;– Birth date: 1/11/92&lt;br /&gt;- Nickname: Mel, Meli, Melly, Sasa, Eru, Cele, Kirr, Intris, Itrin Ex, Bilis, Moomoo&lt;br /&gt;– Eye Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;– Hair Color: Black&lt;br /&gt;– Zodiac Sign: Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP THREE:&lt;br /&gt;–The shoes you wore today: I haven't gone out yet.&lt;br /&gt;– Your weaknesses: Mm, CHINESE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;– Your fear(s): Bugs , heights. D:&lt;br /&gt;– Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni, ham and cheese. No vegetables at all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;– Your best physical feature? Hands? IDK. D:&lt;br /&gt;– Your bedtime? Usually at 11 on school days.&lt;br /&gt;– Most missed memory? Buang times. ): AND WHEN SOMEONE FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER. LOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;This Or That…&lt;br /&gt;– Pepsi or Coke? I don't like either, but I think I prefer Coke.&lt;br /&gt;– McDonald’s or Burger King? BK OWNS MACS HANDS DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;– Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea? Lipton Ice Tea.&lt;br /&gt;– Chocolate or Vanilla? CHOCOLATEEEEEEEEE, needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;– Cappuccino or coffee? I don't like either, but I think I'd take cappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP SIX:&lt;br /&gt;Do You…&lt;br /&gt;– Smoke? No.&lt;br /&gt;– Sing? When a nice song comes on or when I'm in the shower. LOL. I'M SORRY, I CAN'T HELP IT.&lt;br /&gt;– Dance? When a nice song comes on also. :D&lt;br /&gt;– Take a shower everyday? Duh.&lt;br /&gt;– Have a crush? Yes. :D Matsujun, my love~ :D&lt;br /&gt;– Do you think you’ve been in love? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;– Want to go to college? YES.&lt;br /&gt;– Like(d) high school? Is high school secondary school? If so, then yes. If it's JC then NO.&lt;br /&gt;– Want to get married? Maybe, doesn't really matter much to me.&lt;br /&gt;– Get motion sickness? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;– Think you’re a health freak? Nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;– Get along with your parents? Mostly yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;In the past month…&lt;br /&gt;– Gone to the mall? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;– Eaten an entire box of Oreos? Nope. I haven't had Oreos in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;– Eaten Sushi? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;– Been on stage? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;– Gone skating? Nope. I can't skate.&lt;br /&gt;– Made homemade cookies? A little more than a month ago. xD&lt;br /&gt;– Gone Skinny dipping? No. -__-&lt;br /&gt;– Stolen anything? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;Ever…&lt;br /&gt;– Played a game that required removal of clothing? LOL. The furthest it came to was our socks and jackets.&lt;br /&gt;– If so, was it mixed company? HAHA YES. -__- But there was nothing provocative.&lt;br /&gt;– Flashed anyone? No. -__-&lt;br /&gt;– Been beaten up? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;– Shoplifted? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP NINE:&lt;br /&gt;– Age you hope to be married? Idk, 25-30?&lt;br /&gt;– Numbers of Children? 1 or 2, probably.&lt;br /&gt;– Describe your Dream Wedding? LIKE CASSIE'S AND ALEX'S. D: Fairytale-like.&lt;br /&gt;– What country would you most like to visit? Switzerland, Japan, England, maybe Australia? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TEN:&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite sex..&lt;br /&gt;– Best eye color? I think green and blue is smexy, but brown/hazel works just fine.&lt;br /&gt;– Best hair color? Blonde is hot, but black or brown too.&lt;br /&gt;– Short hair or long hair? Decent length, I guess. Not too long or short.&lt;br /&gt;– Height? Taller than me by at least a head. -__- (Isn't too diff to top.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP ELEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;– Number of people I could trust with my life? 4.&lt;br /&gt;– Number of CDs that I own? Uh, 35. I didn't really count, but they're mostly old ones. ):&lt;br /&gt;– Number of tattoos? None.&lt;br /&gt;– Number of piercings? 1 on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Quiz&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with yesterday? 1SC4 people. :D&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning? MY ALARM CLOCK. LOOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day? Yes! UNIT CAMPFIRE!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anybody? Yes, I think so. (Well, most of the time anyway. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;Ever thrown up in public? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Passed out because of alcohol? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW? SPAM LATER. OMG. WHAT IF NO MAP.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of home would you like? A landed property, that's cosy and not super freaking huge to the extent that it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? A biomedical researcher. (Don't question my choice, tyvm.)&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Studying for a Master's in Biomedical Science at Cambridge. :D&lt;br /&gt;Do you like candy necklaces? Idk.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you fell over or ran into something? Uhhh. Monday I think. xD I walked into the bus stop pole while walking to Charlotte' s house.&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to music every day? Music is my life, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still go trick or treating? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate? Uh, granola bar.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fast typer? Mm, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite type of soda? Sarsi.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever moved? When I was less than a year old.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever won an award? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now? Needless to say, yes.&lt;br /&gt;How long ’till your birthday? About 6 and a half months.&lt;br /&gt;When were you the saddest in your whole life? When I was posted to ACJC and wasn't even allowed to apply for poly. Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it? 11.04 am.&lt;br /&gt;Do you use ebay to buy or sell? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you mad? Certain people.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a song written about you? Nope. No one would do that for me.&lt;br /&gt;Something you want to happen in 2009? Immerse myself so much in my academics that I forget that I'm somewhere I don't like and go crazy. But still get promoted to J2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly, what color is your underwear? White.&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind? Spamming, econs homework, holiday homework, A Change of Pace.&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now? Listening to music, and doing this meme.&lt;br /&gt;(where did 4,5 and 7 go?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, have you done something bad today? Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone? Uh, Kenny I think.&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? YESHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time? Idk. Someone who just runs off the rail and says unjustified shiz about me cause they think they're qualified to judge me. Well hell no you people aren't.&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, do you bite your nails? No. ): Then my nails would be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder? Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly, are you keeping a big secret now? Hmm, what do you define as big?&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, do you have a friend you don’t actually like? YESSSSSS. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;17. Honestly, are you in denial? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;18. Honestly, do you get up in the middle of the night and eat? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;19. Honestly, do you like anyone? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;20. Honestly, does anyone like you? I sincerely hope so. &gt;:D *isshot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGER SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you’re mad? I rant to someone like QZ or Xian. Or try punching something and listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;2. What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? I hurt someone very bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad? Yes. ): But they made me cry first.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you swear when you’re mad? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1.When was the last time you actually cried? Wednesday. Cause things never go according to plan. And then apologies don't make up for anything when they're said too much.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever cried yourself to sleep? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do certain songs make you cry? Yes. Songs are powerful and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;4. What usually makes you cry? Books, manga, drama, certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you usually a happy person? This year, no.&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes you the happiest? Having holidays and playing with friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe in yourself? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say they think you are good looking/pretty, do you get happy? Yes? -__-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6553119474932964032?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6553119474932964032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6553119474932964032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6553119474932964032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6553119474932964032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-yet-another-meme.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-9201940380192343505</id><published>2009-03-20T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:41:47.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;s&gt;Zee&lt;/s&gt; ZAF. (HOLY CRAP. I DIDN'T SEE PROPERLY @__@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am Not Girly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below 40 = Not Girly&lt;br /&gt;above 40 = Girlie&lt;br /&gt;above 55 = Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My fingernails/toenails are almost always painted.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] During the summer pretty much the only shoes I wear are flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite toy as a child were barbies. (I liek my soft toys more than barbies, tyvm.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite color is pink or purple.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I took dance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love skirts/shorts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shops at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tight jeans are the only jeans I’ll wear. (Meh. :x)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I straighten my hair. (My hair is natural.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have at least 8 facebook pictures.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I usually go shopping once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone to a tanning salon.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone to the beach to tan - not to swim.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have at least 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch(ed) either The OC, Laguna Beach OR Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I change my profile weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have worn a shower cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic. (WHAI? I LOVE HT.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] My cell phone might as well become a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear mascara everyday.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been or am on a diet. (Rawr. D:)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bathing suits are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't know the difference between a sheep and a goat.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tattoos are Gross.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have gotten my nails done.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 10 purses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] MuchMusic is my one of my favorite channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like to talk about boys&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love to have other people do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to give and receive hugs from all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Carnivals are so fun!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Summer is THE best season.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My swimsuit has 2 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm waiting for my knight in shining armor.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Musicians are hot. (Jack Barakat, baby! :D)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You write me a poem and tell me I'm beautiful and I'm all yours. (Well that might work. But it still depends on the person. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I cry often.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My room smells like vanilla&lt;br /&gt;[x] My dishes get washed more than once a week&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't do sports unless dance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I HATE to run&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I squeal when I am surprised&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat dried fruit as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Has seen and read Twilight series. (The movie sucks. Thank you Robert Pattison for screwing it epic-ly.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drew Barrymore is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I dance a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My hair is important.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love to get dressed up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Every part of my outfit needs to match.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'd love to have a photo shoot of myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The price on clothes hardly matters.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I apply lipgloss 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish I were a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish I could meet Paris Hilton and ask if she would love to be my pet (LOOOL?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wanted or have been something that was slutty on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] R&amp;amp;B is the best music. (Liek nevar.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I pop my collar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Guys with Mohawks are not very 'wow' to me. (But they are to TV. xD)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Horses are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I SOMETIMES DONT pay attention in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Puppies are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I speak IM. (Well I used to. But not much anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would love to visit Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Valentine's day is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] White is better than black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wouldn't be caught dead in all black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My closet is STOCK FULL of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate the grunge look of a beard.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to Doodle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My baths are 2 hours long.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My friends and I are in a strict group. We mostly only hang out with each other.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like kids&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Diet drinks are the best.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I refuse to eat at McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I check my facebook every day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a lot of jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Only has gold jewlery.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My screen name[s] has x's in them. Lyke tiss w0rhzxzxz. (That is disgusting. But it's nice to piss people off like that. :D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of my msn names has/had &lt;3/♥'s in them.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would never want to be the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have more than 3 pillows on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL TOTAL: 22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-9201940380192343505?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/9201940380192343505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=9201940380192343505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/9201940380192343505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/9201940380192343505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/stolen-from-zee.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-5427564375781783470</id><published>2009-03-20T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:38:18.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHIZ. MY ASS HURTS FROM CYCLING TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;At least I know Sarah's going through the same pain. &gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-5427564375781783470?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/5427564375781783470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=5427564375781783470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5427564375781783470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5427564375781783470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/shiz.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4917690565566863577</id><published>2009-03-20T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:22:16.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My marriage age is 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(But I seriously doubt so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put an x in every box that applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;Add up all the x`s and title subject with the sum as "My marriage age is__"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] You keep track of dates using a calendar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own more than one credit card&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You do your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You vote every election&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can cook for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think politics are exciting&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You balance your own checkbook&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents have better things to say than your friends&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You show up for school/college/work every day early.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always carry a pen in your pocket/purse&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never gotten a detention&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never gotten completely trashed&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have forgotten your own birthday&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to take walks by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've watched talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what 'credibility' means without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You drink coffee[caffiine] at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can count to 10 in another language. (LOL CHINESE.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you say you're going to do something you do it. (LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My parents trust me. (I'm not very sure eh.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can make adults laugh without being stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You remember to water the plants&lt;br /&gt;[x] You study when you have to&lt;br /&gt;[x] You pay attention at school/college&lt;br /&gt;[x] You remember to feed your pet&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can spell 'experience' without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You work out on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You clean up your own mess&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have gained weight since middle/high school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can type quickly&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have more bills than you can pay&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Most of all your friends are older than you are&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can say no to staying out all night&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the internet every day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your wardrobe hasn't changed in a while&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can read a book and actually finish it&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL 21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4917690565566863577?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4917690565566863577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4917690565566863577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4917690565566863577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4917690565566863577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-marriage-age-is-21.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-7098203042298053412</id><published>2009-03-19T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:34:14.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lucky I can use my Touch to actually go online.&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'd die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What color is your toothbrush?&lt;br /&gt;Blue. :D Or green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name one person that made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, a lot of people made me smile today. Especially during BlackJack. xD&lt;br /&gt;But I'd say Elena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing at 8 am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out if I should go for 1SC4 outing, leave at what time and bring what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Punching the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Impact Red Apple Mints :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been to a strip club?&lt;br /&gt;No. -___- Unless I'm considering becoming a stripper, I don't see myself ever going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;No, tomorrow then do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;PHISH FOOD. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;GO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the longest you have gone without sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, 2 days 2 nights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever made a promise you'd die to keep?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Maybe sometime in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?&lt;br /&gt;YES. HAHAHA. :D I r happy with mail orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;ACJ's Sports Meet. -___- My life is so filled with sports, anyone can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Salty. But I like mixed also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is the last person you sent a message on facebook?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was TV. Or maybe Lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you take vitamins daily?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. One-a-day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;I love my HL milk. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A VERY BAD TAN LINE. DAMMMMMMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you like Chinese food over pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Actually it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But I don't drink gassy stuff much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What did your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, walking to the block now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Going out. :D Or maybe spamming to 111.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where is your dad?&lt;br /&gt;In his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Look to your left, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;My bag. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What color is your watch?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think of when you hear Australia?&lt;br /&gt;MIKA &lt;s&gt;AND NICKY&lt;/s&gt;! LOOOOOOOOOOOOL. Wtf. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your birthstone?&lt;br /&gt;Topaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive through?&lt;br /&gt;I like the drivethrough. :D But most of the time I have to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;2, 4, 8. Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who's the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think it was either Mars or Kenny (WHO SOUNDED REALLY GHEY BTW.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any plans today?&lt;br /&gt;To finish discussing and then go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Biggest annoyance in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;School. JC. Anything that gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last song listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Down To Your Bones - The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you have a maid service clean your house?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?&lt;br /&gt;The pair of yellow Converse (that inspires people to ask if I drew the flower. And fyi, I didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. LIKE JANE AND MARK AND XUE QIAO WITH THEIR PWNFUL DRAWING SKILLZ. *Rants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's anything to be jealous of. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. :D If I don't love anyone I must be living an extremely sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do any of your friends have children?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I highly doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What do you usually do during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Eat, sleep, read, attempt to do homework before getting distracted, gq, spam random people, blog, do memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you hate anyone that you know right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Argh. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What color is your car?&lt;br /&gt;I can't get a car yet. ): But I see my car as a black one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like cats?&lt;br /&gt;So far the only cat I like is the one at Katong. ): But then I never saw it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I sure want to, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How did you get your worst scar?&lt;br /&gt;I fell in the drain trying to feed a cat. HAHAHA. AWESOME RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. last cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;I don't smoke. It sucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. last CD played?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. I haven't played a CD in a long while but I think it's Runaway World EP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. last BUBBLE bath?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, long time ago. Can't remember. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;TRY LIKE, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. last meal?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. Mui fan again. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. have you ever dated someone twice?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. have you ever kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it?&lt;br /&gt;No. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. have you ever fallen in love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. You ever lost someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. have you ever slept until 1pm?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Have you ever been drunk and threw up?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. list FIVE people you can tell pretty much anything to&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm thinking, and thinking, and then I decide that I shouldn't reveal them. Because I only have 4 people. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. list THREE favorite colors/shades —&lt;br /&gt;Black, white, green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Laughed until you cried:&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the time. I nearly cried from laughing today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Went behind your parents back:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? I think that's happened. But I've conveniently forgotten when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Your last kiss:&lt;br /&gt;Never. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gay Marriage?&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what's wrong with it, but I'm not going ghey either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Lowering the drinking age?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter. I'd rather they raised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Who are the best huggers that you know?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Idk. All the girls in 8039 and Tik-chan? :x I REALLY DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Is there something you want to tell someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that everyone needs some alone time sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What brand of shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;LOL THE CGS PE SHIRT. I feel so sentimental wearing it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Would you kiss anyone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;Uh I haven't updated my top friends so no. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. I don't really want to have kids, but 1 or 2 is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you want to change your name?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to include my English name instead of just a cheena one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Last time you saw your father?&lt;br /&gt;Just less than an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;6.30 and then finally 8.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;17 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What were you doing at midnight last night:&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Idk, either Vision or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What is your favorite thing in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Booboo, Bibi, Cookie and a lot of other stuffs. I can't choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Where is your best friend right now?&lt;br /&gt;On my bed. HAI BOOBOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Anything else to say?&lt;br /&gt;Stop provoking me. ): I r very easily annoyed and full of teen angst this year. I try to keep to myself sometimes so that I don't hurt others. So don't feel hurt or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-7098203042298053412?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7098203042298053412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=7098203042298053412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7098203042298053412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7098203042298053412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky-i-can-use-my-touch-to-actually-go.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-598173730334699156</id><published>2009-03-19T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:36:06.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1SC4 Class Outing today. (:&lt;br /&gt;Dang I should've gone for the bbq, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Half a day at Sentosa was enough, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they post the pics up on fb, I'll steal them and post them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-598173730334699156?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/598173730334699156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=598173730334699156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/598173730334699156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/598173730334699156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/1sc4-class-outing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6494212760483432030</id><published>2009-03-19T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:56:15.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I yelled at a birdbath in the chem lab because I'm cool like that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't spoil the fun, and keep it going. Type out the sentence you end up with in the Title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;January-------I squished&lt;br /&gt;February------I loved&lt;br /&gt;March--------I pole danced with&lt;br /&gt;April----------I licked&lt;br /&gt;May----------I danced with&lt;br /&gt;June----------I sucked&lt;br /&gt;July-----------I did the Macarena With&lt;br /&gt;August--------I booty shaked with&lt;br /&gt;September----I shagged&lt;br /&gt;October-------I fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November-----I yelled at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December-----I stomped on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-------a birdbath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-------a monster&lt;br /&gt;3-------a phone&lt;br /&gt;4-------a fork&lt;br /&gt;5-------a snowman&lt;br /&gt;6-------a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7-------my mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;8-------my dog&lt;br /&gt;9-------my best friends' boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10-------my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;11-------my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12-------a banana&lt;br /&gt;13-------a fireman&lt;br /&gt;14-------a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15-------a goat&lt;br /&gt;16--- ----a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17-------your mom&lt;br /&gt;18-------a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19------ - a smurf&lt;br /&gt;20-------a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21-------a ninja&lt;br /&gt;22-------Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;23-------a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24-------a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;25-------a football player&lt;br /&gt;26-------my sister&lt;br /&gt;27-------my brother&lt;br /&gt;28-------an iPod&lt;br /&gt;29-------a surfer&lt;br /&gt;30-------a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;31-------a llama &amp;amp; an asp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last number of the year you were born:&lt;br /&gt;1--------- in my parent's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 --------- in the chem lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ----------- In a hole&lt;br /&gt;4 ----------- Under your bed&lt;br /&gt;5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;6 --------- sliding down a hill&lt;br /&gt;7 --------- in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;8---------- in the nurses office&lt;br /&gt;9 -------- in line at the bank&lt;br /&gt;0 -------- in your bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White---------because I'm cool like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black---------because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Red-----------because the voices told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;Green---------because I think I need some serious help.&lt;br /&gt;Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Brown---------because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Other----------because I'm a Ninja!&lt;br /&gt;None----------because I can't control myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6494212760483432030?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6494212760483432030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6494212760483432030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6494212760483432030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6494212760483432030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-yelled-at-birdbath-in-chem-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1065959379710294391</id><published>2009-03-19T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:31:11.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I AM MULAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One of your parents is dead&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are expected to do a lot of chores&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to dress up&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love animals&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your mom is really strict&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re afraid to speak your mind sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have left your shoes at a friend’s house before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve kissed someone your friends didn’t like&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve been lost in the forest&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to read&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are not shy at all, and not afraid to speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your family members is a bit weird (I think my whole family is weird. xD)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have done voluntary work&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a wild imagination&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to take care of people in need&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve had guys like you only because they think you’re pretty (Lol -_-)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve rejected at least one person when they’ve asked you out&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your dad is very rich/important&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are clever&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve been with someone way different from you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re unique and different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’d never marry someone just because they were rich&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have set a lot of goals for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don’t have a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re independent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are wealthy&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents try to control your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents expect a lot from you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You really try to follow the rules, but it’s hard for you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re a bit of a trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re the youngest in your family or in the last 2nd&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a lot of sisters&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You collect something&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had long, hair&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You have/had a pet fish&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re extremely curious&lt;br /&gt;[x] You believe everything people tell you/you’re a bit gullible&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your middle name is Ariel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes it seems like your mom is jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve almost been killed&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have at least seven good friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had short hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get along with almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;[x] All of your friends are different&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re happier when you’re out of the house than in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan;&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You can be a tomboy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] People wish you could be a bit more girly (LOOOL. Must I mention Mika and JWJD?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve pretended to be someone you’re not&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve had a physical fight with someone (Never a real fight. D:)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had considered running away from home&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents try to plan your life out&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have friends who are boys&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sometimes find yourself in bad situations&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love your family so much that you’d do anything to protect them&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You live/have lived with someone other than your parents&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You almost died at a very young age&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are gentle, loving, and/or thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a decent singing voice&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to sleep in late on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You spend most of your time outside&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re adopted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to walk around and explore big cities&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are more spiritual than religious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve been in an interracial relationship&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your family members is dead&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are very protective of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone you know has been in war&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love nature&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had black hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You would love to move somewhere exotic and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re very adventurous&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL : 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;ZEE, KEL AND CHARLOTTE HAVE TO TAKE THIS MEME.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Crescentian one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Greet the Principal when you see her.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Help a teacher carry her books to the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Paid attention to a teacher whom you think his/her lesson was boring.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Gotten full marks/ distinction on a class test.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Gotten full marks/ distinction on a common test.&lt;br /&gt;total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Bought a bao from the last stall in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Missed recess for homework.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Ate with your friends during recess.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Ate with a teacher(s) during recess.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ate alone during recess.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Used your phone in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Visited sites other than the ones you were supposed to during lesson. (LOLOLOL. Sec 2 much? :D)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Cursed the teacher without him/her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten caught for using your phone in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten caught for surfing the net during lesson. (Technically I wouldn't call it being caught, but just being suspected :D)&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got caught for messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got caught for folding your skirt/tucking out your shirt. (I r a guai kia.)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Got caught for wearing earrings to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got caught for wearing the wrong shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got caught for folding your socks/because your socks were too short.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Looked for a teacher after school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had consultation with a teacher after school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Stayed back for CCA.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Stayed back for remedial.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Stayed back for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Skipped CCA.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had to do CWO.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had more then 10 Gotchas.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had fun during class outings. (For some reason, I never go.)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Celebrated your classmate's birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Cleaned up the classroom&lt;br /&gt;[x]Helped to decorate the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Contributed to the resources used to decorate the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Littered in class before.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Ate sweets in class before.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had recess in class. (Oops. :x)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had lunch in class. (Double Oops. :x)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Loitered in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Bought food from Cheers at the petrol station near the school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Loitered at the petrol station.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Received an Honor point.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Received a demerit.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had detention.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had more than 8 honor points. (SEE I TOLD YOU I R A GUAI KIA. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got an SO(Serious offence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall total: 32/45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has lots of extraordinary ideas. Difficult to fathom. Think forward. Unique. Brilliant. Sharp thinking. Fine, strong clairvoyance. make good doctors. Dynamic. Secretive. Inquisitive. Know how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative. amiable. Brave. generous. Patient. Stubborn. hardhearted. Determined. Never quit. Hardly become angry unless provoked. Love to be alone. Think differently. Sharp-minded. Motivate self. Doesn't appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built, tough. Deep love, emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest. Keeps secrets. Cant control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1065959379710294391?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1065959379710294391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=1065959379710294391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1065959379710294391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1065959379710294391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-mulan.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-7398028419364410502</id><published>2009-03-18T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:40:39.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell possessed me to look back at my old blogs, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even stand to read through 1 post without flinching at how I used to type, lykke tiish:&lt;br /&gt;Iie mean, cn u peepz blive it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Mika.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt very stressed and irritated today.&lt;br /&gt;It was out of our control so I shouldn't have gotten annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more meme.&lt;br /&gt;This one ought to be funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I R 60% INNOCENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. Then repost as you're __% innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Lucky you! There aren't boxes at the side for you to check off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Smoked&lt;br /&gt;02. Drank alcohol&lt;br /&gt;03. Cried when someone died&lt;br /&gt;04. Been drunk&lt;br /&gt;05. Had sex&lt;br /&gt;06. Been to a concert&lt;br /&gt;07. Gotten/given a hand job&lt;br /&gt;08. Been verbally/sexually harassed&lt;br /&gt;09. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody&lt;br /&gt;10. Went scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;11. Had a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 94%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;br /&gt;13. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;14. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before&lt;br /&gt;15. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;16. Been to prom&lt;br /&gt;17. Cried at school&lt;br /&gt;18. Gotten lost in a Wal-Mart or a department store&lt;br /&gt;19. Went streaking&lt;br /&gt;20. Given or received a lap dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room&lt;br /&gt;22. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house&lt;br /&gt;24. Kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;25. Hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;26. Driven a car&lt;br /&gt;27. Gotten an x-ray&lt;br /&gt;28. Hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;30. Done drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 88%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Played strip poker/darts/pool&lt;br /&gt;32. Got paid to strip for someone&lt;br /&gt;33. Ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;34. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;35. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;36. Bought porn&lt;br /&gt;37. Watched porn&lt;br /&gt;38. Made porn&lt;br /&gt;39. Made beans&lt;br /&gt;40. Been in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 85%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. French kissed&lt;br /&gt;42. Laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;43. Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;44. Laughed yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;45. Stabbed yourself&lt;br /&gt;46. Shot a gun&lt;br /&gt;47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day&lt;br /&gt;48. Been online for 9 consecutive hours&lt;br /&gt;49. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours&lt;br /&gt;50. Watched an animal die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 78%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Watched a person die&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed somewhere with at least 1 person present&lt;br /&gt;53. Pranked somebody&lt;br /&gt;54. Put somebody in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out&lt;br /&gt;56. Made spicy beans&lt;br /&gt;57. Dressed punk&lt;br /&gt;58. Dressed Goth&lt;br /&gt;59. Dressed preppy&lt;br /&gt;60. Been to a motocross race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Avoided somebody&lt;br /&gt;62. Been stalked&lt;br /&gt;63. Stalked someone&lt;br /&gt;64. Met a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;65. Played an instrument&lt;br /&gt;66. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;67. Cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;68. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;69. Ding dong ditched somebody&lt;br /&gt;70. Been to a wild party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 68%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Been caught stealing something&lt;br /&gt;72. Kicked/punched a guy in the balls (I WISH! :D)&lt;br /&gt;73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend&lt;br /&gt;74. Gone out with your friend's crush&lt;br /&gt;75. Got arrested&lt;br /&gt;76. Been pregnant&lt;br /&gt;77. Baby-sat&lt;br /&gt;78. Been to another country&lt;br /&gt;79. Started your house on fire&lt;br /&gt;80. Had an encounter with a ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 67%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Donated your hair to cancer patients&lt;br /&gt;82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by&lt;br /&gt;83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 2 months&lt;br /&gt;85. Sat on your butt all day&lt;br /&gt;86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;87. Had a job&lt;br /&gt;88. Gotten cut from a sports team&lt;br /&gt;89. Been called a whore&lt;br /&gt;90. Danced like a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 62%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Been mistaken for a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;92. Been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;93. Been told you have beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;94. Been told you have beautiful hair&lt;br /&gt;95. Raped somebody&lt;br /&gt;96. Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;97. Been rejected&lt;br /&gt;98. Left a restaurant without paying&lt;br /&gt;99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face&lt;br /&gt;100. Been raped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 60%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-7398028419364410502?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7398028419364410502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=7398028419364410502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7398028419364410502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/7398028419364410502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-hell-possessed-me-to-look-back-at.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-2246347640303181362</id><published>2009-03-18T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:42:57.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading Dessie's journal made me feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just nice to know about someone else's life, that it isn't all wonderful and happy, and that these are real people - not like fictional characters in a book or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her stories, and the way she writes her journal reminds me of how random mine used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way she infuses songs into the entries while she's writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I never planned to read it, but her A/N on one of my favorite stories just broke my heart. ):&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up on her six month anniversary is tough shiz.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since she was so enthusiastic in the post before that, and actually planning to go on a triple date with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;"Things aren't the same between us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're right, they're better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really.. wow.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, break-ups don't have a good ending when it comes to this.&lt;br /&gt;I admire her though.&lt;br /&gt;And look where she is now, with a super cute boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shouldn't read Little Black Dress books so much anymore. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that every romance will turn out fine but in reality it's obvious they don't. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck do I feel like I'm connecting with Dessie so much?&lt;br /&gt;Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;I don't personally feedback or comment her, but I seriously am considering doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2246347640303181362?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2246347640303181362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2246347640303181362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2246347640303181362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2246347640303181362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/reading-dessies-journal-made-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-481055406234012195</id><published>2009-03-18T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:25:52.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why am I still playing games?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike it when things don't go according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;And when people step out of line.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have the mood to do anything except read and listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;JC sucks.&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll pump myself silly so I don't have to feel so sian and irritated at everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-481055406234012195?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/481055406234012195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=481055406234012195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/481055406234012195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/481055406234012195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-am-i-still-playing-games-i-dislike.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-4028124941027974853</id><published>2009-03-18T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:56:09.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen from Charlotte's blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I've done it before but I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your best friends name?&lt;br /&gt;Best friends are so primary school. D: Mah best friend ishh Booboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Loool brown, but idk why you'd want to know. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Dakota by A Rocket To The Moon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dakota, I know our love is new. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whats your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;4, 8, 12. I HAVE A LOT OF FAVORITES. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Cheese toast. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Chantik, who was bugging me to get to Island Creamery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes/bod/hair. LOL. I'M SORRY, THE 6 PACK THING IS MONICA, NOT ME. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;I have Booboo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;I liek Two And A Half Men. :D And 30 Rock. Can't wait for the next season to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Siblings?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Height?&lt;br /&gt;No need to ask, I r short. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Eye Color?&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Only for special events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Nov - Dec school hols I guess. Or CNY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Month?&lt;br /&gt;November. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever cried for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;Mm. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Holes! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Day of the Year?&lt;br /&gt;1 Nov. :D It's the best day evaaaaaaaaaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;br /&gt;Depends. I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)?&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I can't do it anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs! Kisses are overrated.&lt;br /&gt;Hold the virtual 'muacks'/'smucks' pl0x. They're sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you want your friends to respond to this?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Whoever wants to will do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is most likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;ZEE. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who is least likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Charlotte. Cause I stole it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What books are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;Mouting Desire + Honey Trap. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;Battle Royale, baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite football Team?&lt;br /&gt;I DONT LIKE FOOTBALL. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd say the Brazil team anyway. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. what were u doing before this?&lt;br /&gt;Crapping with Mari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Salted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Dogs or cats?&lt;br /&gt;Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Idk, rose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so, Booboo is bisexual. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever loved someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who would you like to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Idk who eh. Someone who's overseas and having exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Take Nicola for example. (ROFLMAO @ MR KOH. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you like to travel by plane?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I have sinus issues after that. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Right-handed or Left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;3. LOL. :D And many other small pillows too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you have a Tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Anybody on myspace that you'd go on a date with?&lt;br /&gt;I don't use MySpace. But yes I'd go on a date with Jack or Alex. TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you marry for money?&lt;br /&gt;If I'm desperate, not self-sufficient and single, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had braces?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I evaded having them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Could you live without a computer?&lt;br /&gt;NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could live in any past time period, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;In the Victorian era. The clothes are just so pretteh. And I don't think I'd mind being stuffed into a corset everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you drink enough water?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you wear shoes in the house or take 'em off?&lt;br /&gt;I take them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are your favorite fruits?&lt;br /&gt;Mango, apples and bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite place to visit?&lt;br /&gt;Kino. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you photogenic?&lt;br /&gt;I look dumb in 90% of my photos. So it's definitely no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you dream in color or black and white?&lt;br /&gt;Colour. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Why do you take survey??&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm hopelessly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you drink alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;Only on special occasions. And only wines or ice wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most beautiful language?&lt;br /&gt;English, duh. Followed by Latin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like being kissed when you are asleep?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind. I go squeee when that happens in a book/comic but then again if it really happened then the kisser is very subtle and that could be bad. ): Cause maybe they can't show their true emotions well. But whatever, it's a nice act and I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT do you like MOST: Sunrise or sunset?&lt;br /&gt;Sunset. Then another damned day is going to end instead of begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you want to live until you're 100 yrs old?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is a flat stomach important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When you watch movies at home, do you like the lights switched on or off?&lt;br /&gt;On. My parents don't allow me to watch them with the lights off. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;Well, who knows? (: I do believe in magic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like to watch cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. At what age did you find out that Santa Claus wasn't real?&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you write poems?&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a stash. And now I have to write them for CWC also so yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you snore?&lt;br /&gt;I think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You sleep more on your back, front,or sides?&lt;br /&gt;Back or sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?&lt;br /&gt;A rottweiler, but I prefer a doberman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you basically a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;This year? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm tired of every damn thing that goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Did you drink anything with caffeine?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How many landline/cellphones do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, 10? Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, most of the time. Above average in most families. Is my family dysfunctional, or theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do u smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Smoking is for losers. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you have a kitty?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever had a birthday party?&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 years ago, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you do when you're sad?&lt;br /&gt;I curl up in a corner and read a nice book and blast music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What do you need most now?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will understand what I want to say and not judge me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What song are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;Camera Shy by School Boy Humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.what are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-4028124941027974853?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/4028124941027974853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=4028124941027974853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4028124941027974853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/4028124941027974853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/stolen-from-charlottes-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-517568253643167615</id><published>2009-03-17T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:31:33.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After I get the sleepover photos I will update on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY MEMES FROM ZEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I AM 48% BOYISH, 24% GIRLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BOY SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love hoodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] dogs are better than cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] its hilarious when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've played with boys on a team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you own a XBOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you played with Hot Wheels as a little kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] at some point in your life you wanted to be a firefighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a DS PS2 or SEGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you used to be obsessed with Power Rangers (&gt;___&gt;" Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you watch sports on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gory movies are cool (I only like Battle Royale.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] sometimes you go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own like a trillion baseball hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you used to/do collect pokemon (Trade with me anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] baggy sweat pants are nice to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] green, black, red, blue or silver are one of your favourite colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sports are fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you sometimes talk with food in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you sleep at night with your socks on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have fished at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRL SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] sometimes you go to your mum for advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you consider cheerleading a sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate wearing all black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like going to the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like getting manicures and/or pedicures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like wearing jewelery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you cried watching The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] skirts are a big part of your wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopping is one of your favourite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you've seen Star Wars and don''t like some of it (I haven't seen Star Wars and I don't plan to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you do/did gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] it takes you one hour to get shower and dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you smile a lot more than you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have more than 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you care about what you look like majority of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like wearing dresses whenever you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like dancing/do dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like high heel shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you used to play with dolls as a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like putting makeup on others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like being the star of almost everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pink is one of your favourite colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now multiply by 4 to get your percentage&lt;br /&gt;Boyish: 13 x 4 = 48%&lt;br /&gt;Girlish: 6 x 4 = 24%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then repost this as, 48% boyish, 24% girlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I R 67.3% ASIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply your total score by 25/13 and put the subject as I am ___% Asian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Both of your parents are from Asia&lt;br /&gt;[x] You were born in Asia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use the term "Azn"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think DDR is cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've watched lots of anime&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like Korean drama&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have stuff hanging on your phone&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think your parents want you to marry within your own race (I doubt they want me to marry an ang moh but personally I don't mind.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You eat rice almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You style your hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a bebo/myspace/friendster&lt;br /&gt;[x] You speak languages other than English&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are strict&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents have high expectations of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always get A's/B's on your report&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do Chemistry/Biology/Physics/Accounting&lt;br /&gt;[x]You know your multiplication table&lt;br /&gt;[x]You play badminton or table tennis or Irish Pingpong&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've seen the original asian version The Ring/The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You go/want to go to a university and would NEVER consider an apprenticeship&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own an asian car (Honda, Toyota, etc)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're not the only child&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've gotten little red envelopes around February&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know the difference between kung fu, karate and tae kwon do&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your mother tries to bargain even though the product is already discounted&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can solve a rubiks cube&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a box of noodles somewhere in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Everytime you're going out, your parents ask you where you're going and what time you'll be home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have karaoke at home&lt;br /&gt;[x]You've been to a LAN more than 3 times&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have incense sticks/moth balls in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a gaming console&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't wear shoes in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can use chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get nothing if you do well in school, but nagged if you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents won't let you go out if you have school the next day&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have asian songs on your computer/iPod&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like football&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like Soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a curfew (... Lol Zee. -__-)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what ulzzang/tb means&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what purikura is&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;[x]Your parents bought you shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come (That was years ago.. But whatever I'm still going to count it)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played final fantasy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe in fortune cookies (I eat them for the lucky number. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You know what is bok choy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've heard the song "Got rice?"&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've had pockys/yan yan before&lt;br /&gt;[x] when you ask for ur mums permission she goes "ask ur dad" (&amp;amp;vice versa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 35&lt;br /&gt;Total X's: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 * 25/13 = 67.3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I R 60% RETARDED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have yelled at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have ran into a tree/bush&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been called a "blonde" (Besides the random blonde moments, does Hani's wig count?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You just tried to lick your elbow. (-___- Someone fooled me into trying already.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sang them to make sure. (LOOOOL. xD)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;so far: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have seen the Matrix/Star Wars and still don't get it&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling&lt;br /&gt;so far: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have fallen asleep in class. (I R A GUAI KIA.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;[x] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your "inside voice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important. (HAHA. :D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;so far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before. (Stupid Glen and Kavin. -___-)&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The word "um" is used many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLY BY 3 &amp;amp; REPOST WITH "I AM __% RETARDED"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-517568253643167615?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/517568253643167615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=517568253643167615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/517568253643167615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/517568253643167615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-i-get-sleepover-photos-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-8057324485108266159</id><published>2009-03-16T10:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:20:44.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO :D mel and charlotte are having a combined blog post :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I R BORED. D:&lt;br /&gt;because wanxuan and teevee are SLOW people D:&lt;br /&gt;I dunchh lykk WX. D:&lt;br /&gt;-kills maple octopi-&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;I'M HUNGRY D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLOTTE'S TYPOS ARE FUNNEH.&lt;br /&gt;yay teevee's reaching sooooon&lt;br /&gt;but she's lost! D: *stones*&lt;br /&gt;ahh charlotte has a sore throat -pout-&lt;br /&gt;GOOD FOR HER :D&lt;br /&gt;and mel is very very very very very mean D:&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR MEL :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;i'm a tiger!&lt;br /&gt;i roar&lt;br /&gt;i hunt!&lt;br /&gt;i wash&lt;br /&gt;i climb&lt;br /&gt;i eat&lt;br /&gt;i SLEEEEEP :D&lt;br /&gt;my name is cloud&lt;br /&gt;actually my name is charlotte!&lt;br /&gt;i have a sword&lt;br /&gt;i have a stitch!&lt;br /&gt;i fight cactuars&lt;br /&gt;rawr&lt;br /&gt;because i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;i like to ride on chocobos&lt;br /&gt;charlotte doesn't know what to type =X&lt;br /&gt;it's better than having afros&lt;br /&gt;it's better than standing next to smoking people D:&lt;br /&gt;and when i go into an inn&lt;br /&gt;and when i go into my house&lt;br /&gt;15 seconds it's day again&lt;br /&gt;OH TEEVEE'S HERE :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;teevee says HELLO :D&lt;br /&gt;and anything&lt;br /&gt;and now we're going to watch HOLES&lt;br /&gt;mel doesn't know what to say also D:&lt;br /&gt;teevee and mel and choc say BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-8057324485108266159?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/8057324485108266159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=8057324485108266159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/8057324485108266159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/8057324485108266159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-d-mel-and-charlotte-are-having.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-747064440055984554</id><published>2009-03-14T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:54:09.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want The Hand Me Down Kids merch pleaseeeeee. D:&lt;br /&gt;But where the heck is their web?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monster Goes Rawrr! looks good.&lt;br /&gt;I like their vocalist and drummer. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-747064440055984554?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/747064440055984554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=747064440055984554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/747064440055984554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/747064440055984554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-hand-me-down-kids-merch.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-637813259911680242</id><published>2009-03-12T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:48:54.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're tiptoeing the line.&lt;br /&gt;And if we're not careful,&lt;br /&gt;we'll fall right here.&lt;br /&gt;Mind our steps,&lt;br /&gt;cause salvation will never&lt;br /&gt;come from the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mind&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;No ties nor connection&lt;br /&gt;What a shameful thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it wasn't set like this.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;i&gt;bitch&lt;/i&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;I said it wrong then but actually it turned out very apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want 4S1 and Crescent back. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-637813259911680242?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/637813259911680242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=637813259911680242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/637813259911680242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/637813259911680242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-tiptoeing-line.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-8745721324453766386</id><published>2009-03-11T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:54:14.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG reading the vandalism on tables is really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the one Monica read today.&lt;br /&gt;Nerds listen up, you might score someone intellectual with this. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're sine square theta and I'm cosine square theta. Together we're one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our relationship is just like e to the power of x. No matter how you differentiate it, it doesn't change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, one from the genius Monica herself, who wanted to come up with a phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is just like Maths, you can't understand it no matter how hard you try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LULZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing that came out of today's Sports Meet was the Milo van.&lt;br /&gt;D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEN. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-8745721324453766386?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/8745721324453766386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=8745721324453766386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/8745721324453766386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/8745721324453766386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-reading-vandalism-on-tables-is.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-8206837810204505560</id><published>2009-03-10T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:00:30.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I r envious of Mark, Jane and Xue Qiao. D:&lt;br /&gt;They draw so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we get a Spectra shirt/jacket soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;And I have to get that class tee idea down on paper before I forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BLEH I LOST MY BADGE TODAY. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I CAN BE ONLINE MORE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you my dear need to know, this year I want you alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-8206837810204505560?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/8206837810204505560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=8206837810204505560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/8206837810204505560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/8206837810204505560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-r-envious-of-mark-jane-and-xue-qiao.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6667611421634439672</id><published>2009-03-06T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:51:31.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;Marsie shouldn't absent herself while her China buddy is still attached to her. D;&lt;br /&gt;Plus she looked fine ytd, what's with the sudden fever? :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEALS@HOME TMR. AHHH. HAVEN'T PLAN YET. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-6667611421634439672?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6667611421634439672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6667611421634439672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6667611421634439672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6667611421634439672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-2740735722840471772</id><published>2009-03-05T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:17:17.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dislike going to school.&lt;br /&gt;And I really rather have holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sec 4. When we actually had days that ended at 2 instead of every freaking day ending at 4.30. GG AC! =="&lt;br /&gt;Screw up our timetable why don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really would like to be able to get home early and stay up until very late but I can't do that anymore. :|&lt;br /&gt;THIS SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WTF MAN.&lt;br /&gt;THE CHINESE WORKSHEET IS @#$%^&amp;amp;*( HARD.&lt;br /&gt;And then Yi Rong just said that she did that in Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;WTFWTFWTF D:&lt;br /&gt;Having a China scholar buddy makes Chinese more demoralizing than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoggy, don't be distracted during this time.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard and do yourself proud.&lt;br /&gt;I'll salvage any time I have during the March holidays, and weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, anyone up for GQ tmr? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2740735722840471772?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2740735722840471772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2740735722840471772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2740735722840471772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2740735722840471772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dislike-going-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-2277175862075854256</id><published>2009-03-02T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:24:59.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bullying Shaun is fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, why does everyone think that graphic design = shirt designing?&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get to do some simple stuff again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IREALLYREALLYREALLYDONTLIKECHINESE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-2277175862075854256?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2277175862075854256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=2277175862075854256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2277175862075854256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/2277175862075854256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/03/bullying-shaun-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-6511271014600351595</id><published>2009-02-27T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:47:32.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We should have Founder's Day more often, cause the British High Commissioner wasn't dead boring. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MEME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Answer the questions as honestly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post this as "Did That Happen To You?"&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 10 friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do if you are in the bathroom with a beetle flying around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Start screaming, panic, and then slip and crack my skull.&lt;/s&gt; If I'm in the shower then I'll stay there and hose the beetle down if I see it. Loooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you do if you hear a song you like playing on the radio when you are all alone in the room?&lt;br /&gt;Start singing along with it like a fool, and unless I'm talking to someone on the phone or doing homework/revision, I'll dance to it, babeh. ;D &lt;s&gt;LULZZZZZ SHAKE IT.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You want to speak to your crush badly. What is your pick up line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll try something like "Apart from being sexy, what else do you do for a living?" or the ever-old but witty "I hope you have a credit card, cause I'm checking you out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you do if all your friends hate a particular band that you love?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care. They don't have to love what I love, just keep the opinions of the band to themselves and I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you do when you trip and fall in front of many people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'll act like I was in pain to elicit some sympathy.&lt;/s&gt; I'll just pick myself up and blush and act like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You forgot to do your multiple-choice question homework (the one whereby you have to choose 1 out of 4 options given to you as your answer)&lt;br /&gt;Must you even ask this? It's like the essential thing to being a student. If it's multiple choice, get a dice and roll for the answers, if not, just be like me and write a random number combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You have bad breath and someone speaks to you. How do you react?&lt;br /&gt;I'd nod and smile at the appropriate times, then suddenly make an attempt to go to the toilet to freshen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You just finished gym and after a shower, you drop your clean clothes on the wet floor. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh shiat. D; Depends if the floor's clean, if it is then I'd wear it. If not then uh, I'm in big trouble. I think I'd wear the dirty clothes and get home to take a shower ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you do if a personality quiz says that you have a lousy personality as your result?&lt;br /&gt;Well then screw that personality quiz. Which personality quiz isn't accommodating anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your friend gave you the worst gift you have ever received and asks: Do you like it? How do you react?&lt;br /&gt;I'd smile and say "Yeah, of course!" :D No use hurting her feelings, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(Continued from question 10) What are you really thinking secretly inside?&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I'll just put it (insert random place in my room here). Dang I wish she'd gotten me (insert current longing of the moment here)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A hot guy/girl keeps looking at you while you are on the bus. What are you secretly thinking inside?&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh is there something wrong with me? D: Holy, look at his (insert particularly attractive feature here)! DAMN I MUST LOOK WEIRD! D: TURN AWAY HEAD, TURN AWAY! BUT HIS (insert same particularly attractive feature here)! AHHHHH." Okay fine, I'm melodramatic. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your crush and you are eating dinner together, the food you've ordered came first, you do not want him or her to look at you eating while his or her food hasn't come. What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just wait till his food comes. Unless I'm famished, as in, really going to die if I don't eat it, and he says to go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are alone in your house and you realized that there is a burglar. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Call the police. Then stake out in my room and grab a choker or anything that's sharp or heavy or dangerous. If the burglar comes in I'll jump on him/her and go all crazy-bitch. If it's a guy I'll kick him in the nuts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you do when your best friend had just spoilt your favourite one and only camera with all the important photos you cherished inside?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the best friend doing stuff to spite you thing is sooo overrated. But I guess I'd stay mad at her for a while till one of us comes to our senses and apologises for being a prick. (Preferably her, and the apology would work better if a new camera's involved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you do when you receive a call from a kidnapper and your friend is in their hands?&lt;br /&gt;I'll call that friend, see if he/she picks up. And then call his/her parents and go insane. And then let them handle it in the midst of their insanity. Well unless I'm needed, then I'll join in the fray and madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you do if you break your friend's favourite vase but he or she didn't saw it?&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap. D: I'll apologise like crazy and be prepared to give a truckload of chocolates to beg for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You were told to buy carrots by your mother, but you forgotten it and went back home with garlics. How will you explain to your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Firstly there is no way in hell I'd buy garlic as a substitute for carrots. I hate either, so there is no way I'd buy them. I won't even agree to go help her buy them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you do when you saw a cat chasing a mouse?&lt;br /&gt;Uh what can I really do? If I attack the cat, then I'm asking for unnecessary trouble. Sorry mousey, you're on your own for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You missed your favourite tv show and it was the season finale. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;There's something called online viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. There is a clash in your schedule, one is your friend's wedding, the other is your another friend's last day of funeral. What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm well, I guess I'd go for the funeral first, after paying my proper respects I'll rush like mad to the wedding.&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/2824395788276054062-6511271014600351595?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6511271014600351595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=6511271014600351595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6511271014600351595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/6511271014600351595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-should-have-founders-day-more-often.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-5972957277717022170</id><published>2009-02-26T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:20:52.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I was so totally pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;As if I wasn't forced into learning it, now I'm being evaluated on it?&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF?&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm in the damn lesson is because I SUCK AT IT.&lt;br /&gt;WHY ELSE WOULD I BE THERE IF I HAD THE CHOICE TO DROP IT?&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if a B is a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;You've only known me for barely a week, don't make false assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn about getting good results or aiming for an A for this subject, I'm more than content to pass the damn paper and then drop it and never have to give a shit about it ever.&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT IF I DON'T DO IT WELL?&lt;br /&gt;You think I really have any aptitude in this?&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I got a B was because I lucked out and memorised like shit the day before.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other explanation as to why I got a B instead of an F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat me like a B student, cause I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a C student at the most.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the subject, and I'll put in effort whenever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone talk about tact or common sense.&lt;br /&gt;What gives you the right to say something like that?&lt;br /&gt;If you were put in my shoes would you be able to pull off a stellar performance?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should reverse the roles and see how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part was that you actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; me to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, go ahead and say I suck out loud at it.&lt;br /&gt;But why the need to actually compare?&lt;br /&gt;I never said I was good in the damn thing, in fact I wholeheartedly admit that I SUCK AT IT.&lt;br /&gt;It was rude of you to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the sudden urge to scream 'screw the world over'.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-5972957277717022170?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/5972957277717022170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=5972957277717022170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5972957277717022170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/5972957277717022170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-i-was-so-totally-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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-2824395788276054062.post-1419659266496279639</id><published>2009-02-25T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:44:50.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is it, I officially hate Cross Country/RunAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if running 3.9km wasn't bad enough, we didn't get to finish though we were like 7/8 done cause it rained.&lt;br /&gt;SCREW THE RAIN! RAAAAWR.&lt;br /&gt;And then we got drenched running to the HDB void decks. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have make up x-country, Imma cry I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2824395788276054062-1419659266496279639?l=themailservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1419659266496279639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2824395788276054062&amp;postID=1419659266496279639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1419659266496279639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2824395788276054062/posts/default/1419659266496279639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailservice.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-it-i-officially-hate-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>MELISSA (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09964767299070529089</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>
