<?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-9155875755247757881</id><updated>2011-09-27T05:47:40.559-07:00</updated><category term='MayBe mAybE NoT'/><category term='U think ?'/><title type='text'>~ BeD Of MuShRoOmS~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-4290657107552633714</id><published>2009-05-24T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:39:36.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if life is a boat building competition</title><content type='html'>If life askes you to build a boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gives you the materials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life tells you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there is a flood coming in due time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and askes you to prepare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life turns the sand dial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look at the full sand dial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with its slow trickling grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there is time to relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to disregard everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to just tell yourself you are safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone around you are building up those boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making mistakes and amending them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for life did not give manuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you sat down on the ground and stare at the bricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to lazy to lift a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the sound of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dismissed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;building up your days with substances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that are non-existent and unsubstantial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you threw away the real building stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they are too heavy to lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flood is coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you look around again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saw boats everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your own however&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lay jumbled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un-finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you dont know how to repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mistakes that piled up over time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friends urge you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to build up something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to save you from the flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you looked at them helplessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pointed to the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of your friends start to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of your friends washed their hands off it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you felt sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to disappoint those who cared about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like you misplaced their trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what could you do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you just skimmed over the subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and day by day go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day the flood was shecduled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you looked at your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they shook their heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they could not share their boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause there is just enough space for one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some friends afford to share their boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that if you did share with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wont survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you refused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no one to blame but yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thought as the tide close in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coward ! what are you running from all this time? this thing called reality ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friends all scampered onto the boats that they made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you were left alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water closed in and flushed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your friends in boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you spluttered in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tried to grab onto the materials life gave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although they are floatable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they could not support you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you sink into the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching air escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realising its much too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued ( cuz i dun know wad will happen in my life )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-4290657107552633714?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4290657107552633714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=4290657107552633714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/4290657107552633714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/4290657107552633714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-life-is-boat-building-competition.html' title='if life is a boat building competition'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-1463591446126145997</id><published>2009-05-11T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:33:39.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whop pee... school again...</title><content type='html'>PoN AnD PoN AnD PoN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HaPpY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* YoU AsK WhY Am I TyPiNg LiKe TaT ? CuZ I WaNt To LeArN ThE YoUnGeR GeNeRaTiOn LaNgUaGe... AnD SeE Ur PeK ChEk FaCe WhEn U ReAd ThIS !!!! WAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah screw it, that is not worth my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school for the first time since....i don't know when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I only have one prayer to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: please grant me patience...and make it snappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon over over over !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-1463591446126145997?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1463591446126145997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=1463591446126145997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1463591446126145997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1463591446126145997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2009/05/whop-pee-school-again.html' title='whop pee... school again...'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3282918692492684277</id><published>2009-03-30T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:40:29.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The saga !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Since i am so bored, i shall tell everyone a story i put together litherally XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wont tell you all the plot ! read it yourself when you have time XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All scripts belong to me but pictures and characters do not, i dun care i am bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chapter one :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO LETS PUT OUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318997379404502722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDf73CjlsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/spYGxzRjb1o/s320/deidaraishawt.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEIDARA !!! ( CLAP CLAP CLAP ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Editor's note : He is so hawt that the background is burning up...Ahem...continue) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318997858579052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDgXwGq9sI/AAAAAAAAAQk/a11YrI4wptA/s320/cardinalhidan.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIDAN ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Currently hauling tobi’s sorry ass to make Mrs lovett’s pies, hidan is a constant meat supplier for Mrs lovett when sweeney went off to chill in the Caribbean with elizabeth swan and Alice in wonderland ( johnny's busy ya know )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO thats the characters for today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lets get on with the story XD....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It started with Deidara slacking in the sun, minding his own buisness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDgYfsB9VI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pFDmZiJ3sWU/s1600-h/caption-561342-20081210074248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318997871352214866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDgYfsB9VI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pFDmZiJ3sWU/s320/caption-561342-20081210074248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                                                     .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                                                     . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318997860261944386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDgX2X53EI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_Z3YFo-OuoE/s320/BANG!.png" border="0" /&gt; The bird on his feet went off ! Coughing, he looked up to find that Hidan had appeared !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDgYICtPmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vXDaCroFgKs/s1600-h/Hidan+appears+!.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318997865004875362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDgYICtPmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vXDaCroFgKs/s320/Hidan+appears+!.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998558052767170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDhAd2M1cI/AAAAAAAAARE/iFgjoaj4wIs/s320/HUH.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318996967735565570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDfj5dCHQI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1PPhobKVJM4/s320/mission.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998564210555970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDhA0yVPEI/AAAAAAAAARM/JEkJYMSv_XI/s320/ASC.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998566054895522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDhA7qDn6I/AAAAAAAAARU/YOo8bpUXbI4/s320/yes....png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998574987004850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDhBc7oy7I/AAAAAAAAARc/qv5qniQuR4g/s320/ASCI.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998583228415538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDhB7oivjI/AAAAAAAAARk/DReHYy24WIk/s320/BTBS.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319000221749790642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDihTmex7I/AAAAAAAAARs/GbwcWVh8nnc/s320/thehell....png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319000227715944866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDihp07EaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qxfhol3Knsw/s320/WTF.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319000231129161922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDih2isoMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QoZW4TFJZuE/s320/heh.png" border="0" /&gt;HIDAN SMIRKED WHILE HE PRODUCED A SCROLL FROM HIS POCKET AND HANDED IT OVER TO DEIDARA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;IT READ : TO DEIDARA-SAMA~ &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;DEIDARA THEN SKEPTICALLY ROLLED THE SCROLL OPEN !&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319000240372698946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDiiY-hz0I/AAAAAAAAASE/BwMGlUecMo0/s320/killu~.png" border="0" /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319000244254985906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDiincIzrI/AAAAAAAAASM/E-6QELYoTtg/s320/TBC.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND THAT IS ALL FOR CHAPTER ONE ! STAY TUNED FOR DEIDARA'S DECISION !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The things sugar does to humans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have a feeling that i lost half my friends the moment this goes out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YOU ALL WONT LEAVE ME RIGHT ?????!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-SILENCE-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3282918692492684277?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3282918692492684277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3282918692492684277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3282918692492684277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3282918692492684277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2009/03/saga.html' title='The saga !'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SdDf73CjlsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/spYGxzRjb1o/s72-c/deidaraishawt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-8760726581756310182</id><published>2009-02-25T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:34:22.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the crabbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUXKQTeKMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qJqoxuYYnxc/s1600-h/P1010862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306673200868763842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUXKQTeKMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qJqoxuYYnxc/s320/P1010862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cat's misadventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whew now i finally know what FYP stands for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Yacking project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never been up so fucking early for school, never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never did such yacking yucky things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never never get bullied by crabs before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know, the project started with such fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306676507100380338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUaKs-g_LI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mRkA5cSVt9A/s320/lalala.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the team was so excited when the crabs came in its like we never seen them crabs before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306677722062867282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUbRbEJS1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Wn-Ep6i_iI4/s320/crab...png" border="0" /&gt;okay maybe i did... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never see a crab so determine to attack us that it pounce from the water everytime we put our fingers within reaching distance in its tank, so the team wanting to keep our fingers intact now use tongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah fella's name's grumpy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i am all for "fucker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306666784649687154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaURUyBosHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NoOMG7bHLoQ/s320/P1010933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that spices things up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the down side though is coming back to school everyday morning and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the school is eerily dark and guard dogs are roaming freely without leashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would think that the school will care for the student's safety and switch on more lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys better believe me when i say its dark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306667648871674658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUSHFgNsyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-PXa2ziwDt0/s320/P1010932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless the team still finds the spirit to stay till round 10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;where we feed the crabs with these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306668080799509970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUSgOj1bdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KhYwediMWME/s320/P1010954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes look at the bloody goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306672335159286610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUWX3SP21I/AAAAAAAAAPM/P-hrLGhdc3k/s320/P1010945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;crab Fc said : i just love them cockles (crunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yeah you jolly well like them, cause it is tough work feeding ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306668304011416706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUStOFs1II/AAAAAAAAAO0/FqK3E7pSCKY/s320/P1010952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dont i just rejoice in peeling the shells open ? &amp;amp;^*%@&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306671221091056514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUVXBDru4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/rh5rK4VlkZo/s320/crabs.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the crappy part is weighing them crabs their calipers aint tied so good luck to the fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;grumpy fell into a tank during a miscalculation and broke one of its legs ( refer to front picture of grumpy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306679666894031250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUdCoIByZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ift6bp1UiJc/s320/crappers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that crab is still emo-ing till now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe thats why he wanna attack us ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306674103220524850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUX-x05VzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1aAkJwHtAFE/s320/P1010881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;only 1 week past and i am sick of looking at rp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.... one more year to go.... damn crabbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306680618136750722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUd5_x9yoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/V4frAIutviA/s320/P1010864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-8760726581756310182?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8760726581756310182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=8760726581756310182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8760726581756310182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8760726581756310182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2009/02/crabbers.html' title='the crabbers'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SaUXKQTeKMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qJqoxuYYnxc/s72-c/P1010862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-7630200483347330828</id><published>2009-01-14T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:52:47.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~!@</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;My upper left ear hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant even sleep in peace for fear of lying on the bloody pierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even worst, everytime my mum walks by i lean on my hand, cover my ear and looked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she must have thought i was bloody emo like sas-gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i would rather stab me eyes out then act ape-shit crazy like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no choice, i still want my ear in one piece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we formed a FYP team too (ZZZZZZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah you know the normal team being 4 normal people and 1 slightly weird one in the team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(unless you lucky people get to get your friends all in one team but alas life isnt fair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not that type that has picture taking fetish and fringe blinding eyes thank jashin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but more on that he dont really think along side with us which makes him weird ( either him or us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our opinions clash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who in bloody hell finds the research of myopia using nutigenomics interesting ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DONT EVEN BLOODY KNOW WHAT IS NUTRIGENOMICS AND I DONT BLOODY CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh jashin, thank bloody crustaceans that we dint get that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead we got lucky and crabbed our way out of him trying to pin us down to that topic by delaying our decision by "keeping our opinions open" much to his royal disgust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah we got the mud crab project, which i dont think many of you will be keen on but anything's better then Myofuckingpia i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is really interesting we get to grow the crabs, study how the leggy thing grows feed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch them make love and all, then eat them but there is a bonus ( not what you thinking ), and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus is that we are the only team doing this ( WE GOT CHOSEN OUT OF JASHIN KNOWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY TEAMS HOW LUCKY CAN WE GET?) and this is more of an outdoor project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means we get to go snoop around singapore and we actually might get to go overseas ! XD XD XD XD XD yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i cant wait to start ! but i am not sure whether his royal highness knows and will be pleased about the leader accepting this project though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well who cares &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU CAN GO RALLY HIDAN'S FREESTYLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so sure if the other teams will murder us to get the project too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep away the rest of the week if i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe CCK would be a better vicinity to spend my long hours at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying of course XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata till then XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE DEIDARA FOREVER~MUACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-7630200483347330828?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7630200483347330828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=7630200483347330828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7630200483347330828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7630200483347330828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='~!@'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3457103062096550035</id><published>2008-12-26T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:31:56.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~!@</title><content type='html'>yup i passed basic theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am kinda scared to jelly in the examination rooms and had thought i was done for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still I PASSED ! WAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes many thanks to Sy yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even wanna think about final theory yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual my father made a bet against me claiming that no one passed BTT by studying the day before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i accept bets at the odds of $1 to $10000"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well he owes me 10k now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he still hangs on to his belief that it is a computer error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy the past few days and did not really got a chance to update any photos or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon, soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kappa 4na managed to get her hands on some fluffy hamsters and i currently have 2 staying in my house one white and the other black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we tried to name them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kappa 4na : well, technically it IS white and black, why not call it british and bangala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah you being racist ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kappa 4na: no....aiya just name it Fat and Thin lah, easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: uncreative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kappa 4na : so many complaints why not you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: aiya so easy, one name ha gao.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284117774840085474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SVT1Hqiru-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/MgzNoB2SI-0/s320/What_is_Ha_Gao.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...one name guai ling gao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284118325446240738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SVT1ntta6eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/m5tW1R_6qTk/s320/2975929863_2546012773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;kappa 4na: shit you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously some people just don't know how to appreciate &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways school is a week away, lets pray hard that that resume i sent to the zoo gets approved then XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till then tata~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3457103062096550035?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3457103062096550035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3457103062096550035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3457103062096550035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3457103062096550035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_26.html' title='~!@'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SVT1Hqiru-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/MgzNoB2SI-0/s72-c/What_is_Ha_Gao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-5293162948608585434</id><published>2008-12-16T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:18:06.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala~</title><content type='html'>And so there goes EOY 2008 at expo last saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which went pretty smooth i guess what with all the people staring at us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos will come soon~.....enough that is till i try to send them from the camera to my lappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh the photos from porny too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next time i guess we can just cosplay a more striking character hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun care, next event u all die die must come and support us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i set crocodiles at u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD until then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-5293162948608585434?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5293162948608585434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=5293162948608585434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5293162948608585434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5293162948608585434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/12/lala.html' title='lala~'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-2086572128996290718</id><published>2008-12-05T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:00:05.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~!@</title><content type='html'>haha so i was reading lorr's blog and realise she tagged me with this survey thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall do it then ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 9.21 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: MeL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 1 annoying one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: no have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 6 i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 15?cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: jelapang road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: milk tea, fruit punch ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: EGGS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: Yeah...i love australia because of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: hell yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: i hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: HAHA like that time my sis dragged the chair out underneath me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for someone to call: many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved emails: yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: Chaos and purple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: Books, comics, cuttlefish and well the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: carrot cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: yes that bloody twit of a virus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: eh...nope and hope i will not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: Not yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight: i want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: yeah... like that one i have been planning since sec 4 T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were the last personYou danced with: xi wen ? or my sis ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: kappa 4na ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: kappa 4na too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: yeah...friends and family included ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: HELL NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: sick of school ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex: dont have leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat: urmm yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: happiness and a soaring flying sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: like there is anything else on my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: nothing....well....not much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: some bitch and sasuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 9.29 no make that 9.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now: yeah there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: ya one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: urmmm maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often: like there is anything else i can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: i think i can improve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted: once.....until it is i duno wad colour now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: heck there is one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7.00 p.m. yesterday: aiyo...i dun remember sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last: urmmm urmmmm forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets?: after watching quarantine ? i dun think i will keep one for eons to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now: right...moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hold hands with the person who mean anything to you now: still moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on: yup doraemon always make me sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now: doing this survey thingy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window: Not if i wanna die yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth: i would prefer the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving: i duno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father? mum.... dad inspires me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of: sy i guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved: mum sis dad relations friends and naruto akatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy: "i eat a nutitious, varied diet"  ( quote The Undomestic Goddess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex: nope dun have maybe next time can get one and do black magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you: sticks and stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to: Home and bash my pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident: i duno...dun think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. stir the goldfish around in the tank because i was assured that the long thing following it was a parasitic worm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. chopped my hand down between a hamster fight and got bitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. cried when someone locked me out on my own birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. made an inedible cake that rivals the hardness of concrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. took a.....magnifying glass and well...magnified a mole on someone's face....( looks away )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.chiong lvl with porny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. drool over deidara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. daydream or go sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. finish the kite runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. prepare for tmr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitsu, cuttlefish, candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one: CONQUER THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.think too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.easily discouraged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.too proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.well....think too much...yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 pple who i tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang i am too lazy to tag... open to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-2086572128996290718?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2086572128996290718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=2086572128996290718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2086572128996290718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2086572128996290718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='~!@'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-6658072531308918482</id><published>2008-12-03T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:04:15.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody shoe strip came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it should have gotten another shoe eons ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to either force it back or pull it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have played basketball too vigrously yestd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my arms and legs ache like hell too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ut sibeh cui and maths in science the day just dont seem too bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths and science should not go together , seriously especially if it includes standard deviation and excel sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i wanna sleep till holiday comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go to the zoo to get a job and maybe get some mutated illness similar to the quarantine movie which will one day dominate the world despite the overwhelming odds that is not scientifically possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad...not bad at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon down with this day already i wanna go home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-6658072531308918482?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6658072531308918482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=6658072531308918482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6658072531308918482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6658072531308918482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/12/bloody-shoe-strip-came-out-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-8076269659138419958</id><published>2008-11-28T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:32:21.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so wadaya know today is not as bad as i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that ahemmmmm well...nvmd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ma helped me took down some of my extensions the night before and its only in the morning that i realise that both sides are not equal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to tie it up but found out that the extensions are bloody longer then my real hair in a ponytail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i tried to hide it with a cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm never gonna wear a cap again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least its all gone now....along with a whole lot of my own hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what happened on thursday though and hope my cousin can gimme an explanation the next time i see her which i hope is soon ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....its friday and i hate to go sleep so soon but i am dead beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hafta wake up early tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope it is fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mumbles prayer: dear god please let the **t**r appear in the m***b*x by tmr morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-4009501520594129255</id><published>2008-11-26T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:09:53.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored la bored la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody boring shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i take science in the first place ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMN U MURPHY, FOR LETTING ME BRAINWASH MYSELF INTO TAKING SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-4009501520594129255?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-9155875755247757881.post-3430500567853885049</id><published>2008-11-26T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:26:04.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~!@~</title><content type='html'>I always go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i simply love school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot imagine days without school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 i love rp down to the dingiest dirty carpet string &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course how can i forget lovely life enriching facis ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially one that inspires me to go to school so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the shining light that circles his head ( not because of his baldness ) had lead me in the darkness to reach into the light and bask in the cooling temperature of our school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for the benefit of those who suspects my attendance ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so today is my grandma's bdae so we went out and celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow ended up talking about boyfriends and ahma turned to me and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ah girl ah, li bo ta bo peng you ah ? xin nian chua ho wa kua hor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuns for a moment then go :" ahma xin nian hor wa chua yi ge ang moh ta bo peng you lai ho li kua ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma started laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sia la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway happy 76 bdae ahma ^^ i will love u foreva !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is nice seeing my cousin after she being mia in sch for  soooo long and we shopped around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tong pang her sunglass in my bag and it is still in my bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after sch tmr ( of cuz i will be in sch ^^ ) i am going to return it to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we can shop around somemore and drool at the headphones i am dying to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right....can i sleep the next day away too ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3430500567853885049?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3430500567853885049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3430500567853885049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3430500567853885049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3430500567853885049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_26.html' title='~!@~'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-5304289161026577483</id><published>2008-11-24T03:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:14:49.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>old and recent times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well since i am so free today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dug out some old* and new * photos !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun worry sy, it is not tat bdae party one ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least not till i find it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here on it is random photos from ??? year to the 2008 anime festival !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqQ-wsLYSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8sbIWuQLVOk/s1600-h/CIMG0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272185721687073058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqQ-wsLYSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8sbIWuQLVOk/s320/CIMG0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so my sis and dad on swings without a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272186204202863794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqRa2M6DLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5vTiBLlLceI/s320/CIMG0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me being attacked by a troop of monkeys ( notice the evil smiles on their faces; both monkeys and family )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272186674436946290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqR2N9cuXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tH_cBnCsobE/s320/CIMG0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to take pictures of fireflies until i found out that camera flash can kill them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272187227876765634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqSWbryL8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mKOdHoROgPA/s320/CIMG0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urmm i somehow ended up with this.... well moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272187685466383362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqSxEVppAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/U14pe47-Q7g/s320/CIMG0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHA look what i found ! sy when her hair is short and bao with her hair in gold !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272188320955503010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqTWDuEEaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bTbkkHPSL5E/s320/CIMG0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me in some hideious minnie mouse hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272188819806982370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqTzGFhkOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NEbOYw4mkmY/s320/CIMG0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272189185617492562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqUIY1i-lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DEI_GjC-1vY/s320/CIMG0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;seriously kappa may seem taller but she is really standing on a rock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272189513771350290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqUbfTheRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1EQOpo0iVTo/s320/CIMG0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHHAHA, oh kappa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on to anime fiesta !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272189822658905410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqUteADhUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-ZbZm2cnn9U/s320/CIMG1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anime cosplayers, though i dunno which anime it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272190235778483858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqVFg_cBpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/c67AFSZuk7Q/s320/CIMG1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;gothic lolitas &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272190672859512770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqVe9PrP8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/1Y3k_hFecc0/s320/CIMG1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fellow...cosplayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272191052945751698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqV1FLS_pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ThKSD2yYGjo/s320/CIMG1417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^^&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272191468491975490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqWNRNPK0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/t4EFBCP0bIA/s320/CIMG1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my sis told me its naruto and toushiro&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272191955369579026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqWpm950hI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7u4T0ztDKC8/s320/CIMG1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bleach&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272192292841141298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqW9QJZNDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9s0f-4v6q1c/s320/CIMG1423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i....have no idea&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272192647505429362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqXR5X8w3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/YrLPpU1JjmE/s320/CIMG1425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kakashi with a tie ?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272193042657874690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqXo5bokwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/n5v3k2Lsjm0/s320/CIMG1426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a mix &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272193556366328274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqYGzJRgdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wImTcN_buSA/s320/CIMG1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;right...right moving on&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272193942859891938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqYdS8hROI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k5qMNNseKNY/s320/CIMG1430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;emo matrix guy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272194391609023522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqY3aqpnCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Sqc3CZIq_u0/s320/CIMG1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is a HELL*ofa*GIRL cosplayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha so that covers about all the photos i can find more or less&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now i just feel regret i didnt pluck up the courage to ask that gintama guy to pose for pics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well since thr is another event coming up i might just see him again ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and i cant get my bluetooth to work so that tranny cosplay pic would just have to wait&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;along with naruto cosplayer's special "fan service" ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and for the next event and i might cosplay as.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272195390576564306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqZxkHEmFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3xnQjgfd45o/s320/1153342958_zaraki%2520kenpachi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZARAKI KENPACHI aint he just kawaii ???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till then tata ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-5304289161026577483?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5304289161026577483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=5304289161026577483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5304289161026577483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5304289161026577483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-and-recent-times.html' title='old and recent times'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SSqQ-wsLYSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8sbIWuQLVOk/s72-c/CIMG0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-3601253475418254770</id><published>2008-11-22T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:56:30.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waiting for porny to finish her meeting at 3.30 to go to the anime fiesta @ suntec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always feel like going to the beach when i listen to this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall plan a picnic one day, make sure u attend ppl !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i shall succeed in dragging angie along too !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3601253475418254770?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3601253475418254770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3601253475418254770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3601253475418254770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3601253475418254770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting-for-porny-to-finish-her-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-368029902512671377</id><published>2008-11-17T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:49:26.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>Never have i seen so many circles in class before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when they are all aimed for the faci's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think that i started the day with such determination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God screw affirmative actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint gonna stand his crap for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope his chromosomes gets shorten and mutated exposed to uv rays and live a short and painful life in which his hair stop growing and all his bones break twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-368029902512671377?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/368029902512671377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=368029902512671377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/368029902512671377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/368029902512671377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='~'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-177790687798333880</id><published>2008-11-09T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:19:54.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>yet another boring day at sch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6 to try and get a lappy from school which sucked like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it bloody didnt work for the first meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is no UT i will not even show up thr'u all this hassle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas it is not to be cuz i already skipped one ut for genedamntics and with daily grades CMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured i had btr do smth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so porny msn me at round 2 am yestd to say that haha i not going sch tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang shld have stayed till 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course nmr didnt show up ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if sy came to sch today sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least princess jw is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sooo long since i see them all together sey....all come sch la dun lazy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes come to sch and laugh at my new streaky hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colour u ask ? u all will see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most likely on thurs cuz tmr i might be going to bunk with Kappa 4Na ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon down with today already.....i am dying to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-177790687798333880?l=bedofmushroom.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-9155875755247757881.post-5750424943291706903</id><published>2008-11-02T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:43:20.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bore boring bored</title><content type='html'>zzzz now in class with only 1 of the 4 holy princess in sch apart from me cuz the other 2 namely jw and mrs nikon joe decided that sch is boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but princess jw is a different case she hardly have the whim to pon sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she pon sch for a good cause i believe * places hand on heart *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now namira nikon joe nee binte dahlan decides in the morning that she have an insatiable desire to visit mr tranny nikon joe at changi airport and MUST go before it drives her crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very touching right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can totally see her running towards him/her shouting "Nikonnnnnnnnnnnnn" as she was caught in it's tender loving embrance with her heart beating wildly within her and their heart finally join as one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* wipes tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least porny is in school or i shall really just pack up and leave this class without a backward glace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya menny menny porny !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if i will pass my presentation sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still wondering if i can get the princesses all to pose for me in their wigs and take pics without getting caught by them.... nah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-5750424943291706903?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5750424943291706903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=5750424943291706903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5750424943291706903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5750424943291706903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/11/bore-boring-bored.html' title='bore boring bored'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-7401367266568434156</id><published>2008-09-27T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:57:29.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all this time on and on....</title><content type='html'>To all my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for Celebrating and planning for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have no idea how much i appreciate that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when i am 36 years old now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life passes so fast when we are having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up 17 and i became 36 in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in my 18x2 years that i lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i been though sec sch and now in poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have met some really nice people through my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it i am really happy that i have come to know all my friends now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sy, Angie, Xi wen the kings in sec sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namira, Xiao Jing , Jia wei and lorr the best in RP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are there when i pon sch, when i laugh and sometimes when i cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow man i am not a really speechy person and that just sounds so sappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised it kinda sound like a will *sweats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys made it though that and did not bite ur tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i mean what i say and i hope you guys know that i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i want to clearify i dont have a mushroom fetish porny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if we can say out the wishes we made will that make it less likely to come true ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis actually asked me to wish for passes in her FYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are just so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well go sleep le&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-7401367266568434156?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7401367266568434156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=7401367266568434156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7401367266568434156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7401367266568434156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-this-time-on-and-on.html' title='all this time on and on....'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-519694217449268188</id><published>2008-09-08T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:30:39.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraser trust</title><content type='html'>Just reached home and it starts pouring like there is no tomorrwow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was doing PP with namira in mcdonalds a few hours back i hope she can pass it up on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have never ever told her, BUT ALAS IT'S TOO LATE, excuse me while i shoot myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she found out that Fraser had opened up a trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure all people know whose trust he is aiming for hur hur...*cough*namira*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i feel that i am above a cloud today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like i am so light, heart pounding and dizzy and happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like i am crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will turn into a half carrot when i sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man pp haven finish yet chiong ar !!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-519694217449268188?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/519694217449268188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=519694217449268188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/519694217449268188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/519694217449268188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/09/fraser-trust.html' title='Fraser trust'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-354806327197777825</id><published>2008-08-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:05:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dang la</title><content type='html'>oh  dang it all, i feel so feverish now and dizzy and breathless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i did not meet a hunk or bumped into johnny dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me has been feeling like this for the past 2 nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it got worse only yestd cuz i heard a cat wailing the day before and i smelled some flower smells in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fucking hell i smelled those flowers in the mrt train ride home and got like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i am okay, i want to be okay,please let me be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to rp today and got my comp upgraded with namira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang i failed my gpa hope i will make it to the next class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched walle today too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went to the libary and searched for hunks and carribean paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i cant think i will stop for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-354806327197777825?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/354806327197777825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=354806327197777825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/354806327197777825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/354806327197777825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/dang-la.html' title='dang la'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-6714380963156123736</id><published>2008-08-14T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T04:19:46.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>okay this might start a little late but here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh to go to austrilia and work in the zoo as a zoo keeper ! Then take over the world !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To hell with boys, i like my friends better (except for some)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the person you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont know if i trust anyone, i want to but it's hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if i have confidence will i not trust someone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love them cute squirmy things but i would rather have none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In singapore ? no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To go somewhere fantastic and magical with my friends !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love to watch on drama but i hope it does exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you broken someone’s heart that she/he tried to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh no that will not be my role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dreamy happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LONG HAIR ! i duno weird as it seems i like them aloof and without a care in the world yet sweet at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which person will you like to find out about most now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i duno, i seem to know enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;would always, but i have let a few go and regret it so i would always now ( make exceptions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tom yam soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Your wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish that my life could be more interesting with everyone i want to know in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh there is 2 who tagged me if i did not remember wrongly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NMR :mrs fraser, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pinkie&lt;/span&gt;, funny, sensitive and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; pinkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LORR: funny, straightforward,practical,nice, knows alot of songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What have you done to please yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love perfume and jewellery so i buy them often, books too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;up in heaven ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your fear(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am scared of horror movies, heartbreak and cockroaches not to forget heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so thats all, hope you will understand more about me now hahaha. till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-6714380963156123736?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6714380963156123736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=6714380963156123736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6714380963156123736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6714380963156123736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3838383065667543230</id><published>2008-07-21T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:59:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that i am alive again..</title><content type='html'>So says here that i am,indeed, much to the dismay of my sister still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know that i have much to update about my recent days and how there are spent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i asure u, if i have a dream of escaping to another world, i hope i can realise the dream fast &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but lets not dwell on the past and move on to the future &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now many people ask me how do i manage to stay at home with nothing but 4 walls and a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;steady internet connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know what i shall tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember my ikea bookshelf which i featured a few entries ago ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that is my key to eliminating bordem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know why but many people just fails to see how interesting it is to read ( if the content is interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cant sit still to finish even the summary, heck the moment they see a book they become &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hilter and would round up every last page and gas them in camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's okay, it's their loss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i am at it i might as well feature some books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( dun mind the dingy coverings of my bed, just blending into the normal girl's life )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225464760843213442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SISUg6hhmoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r0oruyIyf-Y/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now that is a series i cant live without promoting to others SOPHIE KINSELLA'S SHOPAHOLICS ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is so fun to read and hard to put down ( mind u all my features are hard to put downs ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;short and sweet, it's about a big spender and her everyday misfortunes which eventually leads up to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something big which is pretty much the story flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would like to say that to her other books but it's all not that hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225466114646014370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SISVvt1Q-aI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s3S21eJhzzE/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this one's good, about power struggle between 2 sisters and the king, and i heard it's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225467130527659218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SISWq2SUtNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/n605cOBW3BQ/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's about an orphan girl who once been rich and how she suffers before she got rich again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in which her caretaker is the stepmother, brings an interesting twist to the average cinderella &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;story, especially when her caretaker melted to a sticky green pool of goo when she lost her rich student in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225468264095735682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SISXs1KA34I/AAAAAAAAAHU/h6d9SIGBTa4/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this one's a bit like shopaholic, but instead mr right met her on a plane and they discover more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they were to each other and somehow her best friend got linked in and got into a big mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of love triangle, which is good, gives more substance to a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225469754630747378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SISZDl1QNPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jvGVF28tCnw/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, for vampire fic lovers, this one is about an impossible love story between a vampire and a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human, this guy is made out to be quite a hunk and the girl in the story discovers the dangers of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being with the supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some loose ends but it's only the details part, it is still able to pull it all off quite nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention this is a series, so there is much to be anticipated about this one !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225471012910508514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SISaM1ShqeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_DcVHbjKVPM/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i cheated and watch the movie first, but i still find the book more captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's all about the details people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie is so general that it just kind of not link up and fall apart like my power point slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book covers the girl's biographgy from her youth till old and her chronicles of life in which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she learn the arts of the geisha and falls in love, how she waits for the man she love and how other man love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now this is one beautiful book, classic and told from a point of view that makes u think that u are listening to the narrator instead of being it yourself,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; and it dont have what i call mr midnight spoilers which goes by "little do i know that it's the worst thing i done in my life" that kinda thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225473311122381586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SIScSmy72xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gnjewonHqCs/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This i also watch the movie first, miyazaki's movie is different from the book, but i respect him for that,the characters are much more noble in the movie then the book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay old grandma sophie under an enchantment meets bad boy wizard howl and his fire demon, falls in love while not noticing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the thing i love about the book would be how wizard howl whines and the bickering between sophie and how they break down this wall between them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; this is a must read for those who like fantasy ! though the ending is much to be desired for but the beginning and process will make up for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are sequels ! but only featuring a little of the main characters that make everything so famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay i will do comics other time, i am sure i bore all to tears by now. till then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3838383065667543230?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3838383065667543230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3838383065667543230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3838383065667543230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3838383065667543230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-that-i-am-alive-again.html' title='Now that i am alive again..'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SISUg6hhmoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r0oruyIyf-Y/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-3776350337310057198</id><published>2008-06-06T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:47:32.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>Maple is out to get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i cant fringing enter because of new patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i downloaded the new patch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 goddamn times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i thought "finally the crisis is over "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they freaking dont let me in because of game guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT IS GAME GUARD ANYWAY ??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont need a guard to guard the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean what can we do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a bunch of 8 year olds dissing around and killing snails that is bend on human transformation and think we dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was hoping that i can spend more time with my friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; they kinda seem on off and dont take the initiative to ask me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that they are thinking what i am thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or somewhere along the lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why they are my friends (i should have known)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway got a gift of many gifts for bao for her b'dae and i was dying to see her open the damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas fate was not for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she have a dance performance to perform which i dont get to watch but am darn wishing her all the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sad that it has to be belated and things like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope to make it up to you Bao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure sy and angie will say the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday sweetheart !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3776350337310057198?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3776350337310057198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3776350337310057198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3776350337310057198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3776350337310057198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/06/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-451665202970730798</id><published>2008-05-20T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:06:57.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish</title><content type='html'>I am too tired to blog a proper post so i just summarise  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mother's day i am so broke that i wish i can turn into a cow and eat grass for the rest of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after $210 + $45 on a watch and bouquet (which the moron still owe me ) and some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say i am better off a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the weather beating down like there is no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boiled my ass off my hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killed the fan tree i used for shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dried up the ground thus no grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am a starved weather driven mad bitch cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no wealms that the ground will split up and swallow me on my way to school in thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not i will go get the inflatable hammer with spikes and kill myself with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that i am so bored i could die and die again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I QUITED MY JOB ! NO MORE SNOBS AND STUPID MANAGERS FOR ME !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which also mean more free time to dwiddle away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... is there no two ways around an obstacle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might be coming down with E coli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not i will make sure i eat some of the agar on the plate next time in microbiology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling bored and random so i just type everything on my mind without co-ordination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is my i pod gonna self heal ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can yen disappear for the last/next 4 days i am working so as to let me keep a nice memory of the place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i kill yen ? ( picks up machine gun )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my working friends miss me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i visit them again ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever see edwardo elric practice alchemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i die and go to their world ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i be able to go to their world when i die ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not can i be reborned as a shell ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so boredddddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am sick and i am going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope that e coli is not potent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-451665202970730798?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/451665202970730798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=451665202970730798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/451665202970730798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/451665202970730798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/05/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-8161793703674178277</id><published>2008-05-04T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:31:25.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the room the jackets and the bookshelf</title><content type='html'>after spending all afternoon doing none i decided to upload my blog at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is all about me room and me jackets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay do your FMT people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i know : mel is ranting rubbish on her blog again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i dont know :where all the rubbish originates from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want to find out : how to unknow her (which you can't !!! sorry people !!! wahahaha ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3KLMh0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/a8jgmRk45Cs/s1600-h/CIMG0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196531838745854818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3KLMh0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/a8jgmRk45Cs/s320/CIMG0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes the picture u are looking at is my current room ( HQ) for world domination note the extreme effort this one puts into making her room as messy and unkempt as the average girl will to keep doubts and suspicion away from herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196534291172180850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3MZ8h0Q3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ejSSF1P1MHM/s320/CIMG0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when u turn u can see the humongous bookshelf this one assembled herself ( ikea naturally ) and keep all infomation on out of 6 shelves she dedicate 3 to comics and the top one to figurings the rest for sophie kinstella's shopholics and sweeny todd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW FOR THE JACKETS SHE HAVE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196535661266748290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3Npsh0Q4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/m83B1JVbGbo/s320/CIMG0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY MILO cost me about $60 i think..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196536228202431378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3OKsh0Q5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pz4vBDcZ74I/s320/CIMG0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the front view is basically why i bought the jacket but the back is not too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196537301944255394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3PJMh0Q6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/72mNJNO75Zk/s320/CIMG0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hello kitty neon pink jacket ! the camera cheated me and i did not take the back view as i thought i did oh well. i forgot the price but oh well price dont really matter....does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196537963369218994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3Pvsh0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/-thAXYUoYFw/s320/CIMG0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dang this came out wrong okay this is the panda pullover i mentioned sometime ago.. $99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538397160915906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3QI8h0Q8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/V3i7HKocy6A/s320/CIMG0797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha love that tail ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538723578430418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3Qb8h0Q9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0_Uf5HICNfY/s320/CIMG0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lop side again okay friends should have seen me in this jacket also $99 from the same shop urmm...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196539208909734882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3Q4Mh0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/bdbG5lZUdTw/s320/CIMG0799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have moved ! it does not look as nice on the picture as it is really ! $ 60 plus i think&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196539677061170162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3RTch0Q_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vYOB6uEVDcg/s320/CIMG0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that does it i am gonna throw that cam out for ruining my third favourite jacket &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196540132327703554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3Rt8h0RAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VWhVxHttBec/s320/CIMG0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this jacket is a bit old but comfy it is not the camera this time&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196540557529465874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3SGsh0RBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5ZoroIovlvs/s320/CIMG0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha this one i bought in bugis ! i forgot the price, not trying to hide it but really forgot&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196541176004756514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3Sqsh0RCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZzCXMkDdWfM/s320/CIMG0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backview !&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196541437997761586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3S58h0RDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Rqy5le1BQiY/s320/CIMG0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something i picked up in hong kong too&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196541755825341506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3TMch0REI/AAAAAAAAAGs/H5l16rBPdKw/s320/CIMG0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PIRATES !&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196542082242856018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3Tfch0RFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4blw9E71yuM/s320/CIMG0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my jumble of jackets !! i kinda just throw them to one side in my excitment and it just beat mount everest... please ignore the unfolded blanket at the side of the pic it is just human tendency to put off things they dont want to do till the very last minute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY !!! NOW HOW MANY JACKETS HAVE I GOT ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MAKE A GUESS !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you screwed up and counted and then got it right CONGRATUATIONS !! you just cheated your way to sucess nothing good will come out of your life ever again so there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you really guess or have a photographic memory GRATZ! you might just strike the next lottery because you are so lucky or become a computer genius because of supersonic memory &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got enough nonsense for today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so have i , goodnite earthlings till then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-8161793703674178277?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8161793703674178277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=8161793703674178277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8161793703674178277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8161793703674178277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/05/room-jackets-and-bookshelf.html' title='the room the jackets and the bookshelf'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/SB3KLMh0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/a8jgmRk45Cs/s72-c/CIMG0791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-2181124530468458497</id><published>2008-04-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:20:18.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>condolence for the umbrella owner i own</title><content type='html'>the sky seem to be crying today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is sy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know how to comfort you without bringing up the topic that hurts you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you are a strong girl and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know for a fact that you are inconsolable now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard to lose someone you know and love in just a matter of minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it took so long to know and love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone dies it is not just the body that dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their past future and everything disappear along with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their smile and words lost in the eternity of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with only memories to fill one's endless thoughts of wanting to see them again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iruka has said that there are invisible bonds between people we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as time past these bonds get stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of these bonds edward elric and his brother want to bring their mother back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make her smile again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much the dead want to tell us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is too much to ask for another 3 years, 3 minutes will be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have so much to tell them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before they go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell them we love them too, and that we will take care and maybe see them again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they in turn will tell us to take care and not be sad, because it will break them to see people they love sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be regrets and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life does go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will miss them but over time it will not hurt so much to remember everything about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will miss you too, but seeing that you are happy will make them happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause they live forever in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you deserve a big hug for being so strong sy ! so dont cry any more ! we still love ya !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-2181124530468458497?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2181124530468458497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=2181124530468458497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2181124530468458497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2181124530468458497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/04/condolence-for-umbrella-owner-i-own.html' title='condolence for the umbrella owner i own'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-8684141547135528443</id><published>2008-04-02T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:36:30.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R_OnrAW-FwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H6oTDjCoWJY/s1600-h/f142_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184671953306130178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R_OnrAW-FwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H6oTDjCoWJY/s320/f142_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a little online shopping today and decided to buy these shoes aint they pretty !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly have the strangest urge to go clean up a bit around my work place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe be nicer to people who failed to see my under-laying personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dragged out the ice cream box and to my horror there lay indescribable chaos no doubt due to months of neglect and compose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there must be a minature bug world under those rotton wasabi and sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i swept the horrible things up and did a little moping ( scrubing with mop )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend came in and asked : " melissa are you feeling sick today "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" no , i am not sick why ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" because you are cleaning ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it a crime for me to clean occasionally ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn these people who always disinterpret my well meaning efforts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had an ice cream buffet ans stuffed ourselves with green tea ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about 9 scoops i feel sick to the stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me while i rench my stomach out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-8684141547135528443?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R_OnrAW-FwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H6oTDjCoWJY/s72-c/f142_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-6244506920149731899</id><published>2008-03-26T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:20:26.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, can someone help me ? !!!</title><content type='html'>my spending's been overated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean who spends more then 1000 a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i work i tend to think that cash flow is never a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have been running low on space and wanting to throw my sis outa the room to get a new bedframe or before she cripples me with her expert drunken fist whichever come first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may need to rework this problem out sometime or other if i plan to quit in 2 months time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will strike the squillion dollar lottery and be settled for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have an eccentric aunt i never know of which died of chlorea and left me a sum of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of the options dont seem very likely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe find a higher paying job ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah too lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO WHAT CAN I DO ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a simple solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the commandment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WILL put aside HALF of my salary a MONTH to SAVE and NOT spend on items i dont need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay excluding that risis necklace which i am dying to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe a few others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang it , lets revise that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WILL put aside A QUATER of my salary a MONTH to SAVE and NOT spend on items i dont need depending on circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sounds better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah screw it whats the use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-6244506920149731899?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6244506920149731899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=6244506920149731899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6244506920149731899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6244506920149731899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-can-someone-help.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, can someone help me ? !!!'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-1457778611726723814</id><published>2008-03-23T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:09:57.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my friend sy</title><content type='html'>i have always thought you were an understanding girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know jinkers at times but sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;u have totally proved me wrong today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with u understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a friend who miss u so much and would like to see you after strenous work for a little catching up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;you dont even fufil your promise with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i was waiting like a fool and when it reach 10.30 i called you and you go sorry my dad dont allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya that i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukit panjang is a bit too much to ask from u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then a little neighbourhood coffee shop would have been fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is near me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after your friend busted her ass at work she still have to walk all the way to meet your sorry ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh uh i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked you to come over but you refused saying u are afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on , nothing is scarier then you around here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told you i have no energy left even if i am brave to fight a ghost off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant you understand ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DEAD BEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after reaching downstairs of my house i sat and waited for the bus while giving you another call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah screw it all and i just get to the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont wanna go next time just tell me and i will understand, then i wont have to go get my hopes high and waste each others time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe you dont even care as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that tv you are watching is worth it, i really hope it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SCREW THAT , I AM JUST ANGRY U KNOW I LOVE YA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-1457778611726723814?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1457778611726723814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=1457778611726723814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1457778611726723814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1457778611726723814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-my-friend-sy.html' title='to my friend sy'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-4583221665262879216</id><published>2008-03-19T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:13:12.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to all my friends</title><content type='html'>i missed you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really missed you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed all the times we are together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the rubbish we talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck i even miss fighting and bickering with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and would love nothing more then go out and catch up on a movie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ALAS , thats not to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i pick up my phone anticipating a quiet lunch or a walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rings with the prospect of more work and replacement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i hate replacements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tried my dear friends , i have tried my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have threathened my manager forced him to buy me countless meals , make fun of him trample him under my feet and even gossiped with his bride to be about his affair with the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he refused to let me quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to make myself as unpleasant as i can to all the staff working about me in hopes that they will rebuke and stage a revolution against me and i will put up a show and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they think i am playing and played along with my impended insults and tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO ???:?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i propose my dear friends that we seriously need to take drastic measures on the subject of maintaining our friendship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL BOYCOTT MY MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times have i given him the chance to see things as it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times have i given him the chance to give me the red card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it pains me to see that our ailing friendship is on the edge fighting for any signs of survival &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we shall take action soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( stops and take a bite of instant noodles ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem as i was saying ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall boycott my manager till he given in to sulivence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scracth that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shall embrace the idea of firing me with relish and relief when we are done with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when the day comes for my freedom i shall hug and kiss you all my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we shall go out for a nice cappicino in starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you savvy ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-4583221665262879216?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4583221665262879216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=4583221665262879216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/4583221665262879216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/4583221665262879216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-all-my-friends.html' title='to all my friends'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3093747068253099084</id><published>2008-03-15T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T08:25:25.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soo tiredd</title><content type='html'>it is decided for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have spent too much money this month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           LIST OF MELISSA'S SHOPPING SPREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$318      i pod nano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$99      cute gothic lolita jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$99      cute panda pullover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$115     books ( memoirs of a a geisha , shopaholic series....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$39.90   G2B sandles ( river rources of brasil )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$150     3 pairs of customerised shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$29      buy one get one free gothic necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$19      astro boy t shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$19      skull designed t shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$39      gothic diamonate shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$39      gothic jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it... minus a few trinkets and some items i forgot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont even tell me how it cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is an investment of some sorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i will need an i pod nano to conquer the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to do when u are waiting for your instant noodle to cook &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also doubles up as a timer to keep track of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today namira called to ask me out for a movie which she said " i have free tickets !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so tempted to just up and go and to just screw the uniform and work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i should have done and deeply regret it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what promised to be an intresting day has been the most boring and inacceptable day of my 17 life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gods i dun even want to mention it again for fear of not conquering the world but destroying it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time there is such an event i should just grab it and never turn it down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i shall go and dream about wailing babies, black faced managers and insulting customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3093747068253099084?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3093747068253099084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3093747068253099084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3093747068253099084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3093747068253099084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/soo-tiredd.html' title='soo tiredd'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-1670198589103985560</id><published>2008-03-05T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:03:31.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glu for the fearful and hurting</title><content type='html'>To all my friends who are / are now passing through hard times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that no one have the right to laugh at your own choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's your own freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let the stress pile you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a breather when you feel out of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not push yourself on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard times makes the good times worth it and worth remembering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont feel down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you ask god for courage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things becomes harder to get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cant help but wonder why he would not give it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but god could not give courage to the hurting hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not a present he could wrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead giving you an opputunity to find courage and keep it for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might have found the best present of all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO YOU ALL, YOU KNOW I LOVE YA KNUCKLEHEADS !!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-1670198589103985560?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1670198589103985560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=1670198589103985560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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official&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get why people loves our country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont get why people love this little stagnent sun dosed competitive kiasu place where just for reputation and money everything had to be taken down due to rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE DEMILISH MY RIGHTS TO WATCHING ANIME ONLINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN THEY DO THIS ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN THEY TAKE AWAY THE RIGHTS OF SOO MANY PEOPLE DYING TO WATCH OR FOLLOW UP EPISODES OF THEIR MOST FAVOURITE ANIME ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS IT THAT THEY ONLY ALLOW EPISODES THAT ARE GERMAN SUBBED BE UPLOADED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK HALF THE WORLD HERE FUCKING KNOWS HOW TO READ GERMAN ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL IF I DID, I WILL BE IN GERMANY, NOT FUCKING SMALL DOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe japan..but THATS WAY OFF TOPIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT THE AUTHORITIES ACCEPT THAT SOME PEOPLE LOVE ANIME TO THE POINT THAT THEY ARE OBESSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE THEY DISCRIMINATING AGAINST ANIME LOVERS WHILE SAYING THEY ARE ALL FOR ANIMAL RIGHTS AND GAY MARRAIGES WE ARE NOT EVEN COMPARABLE TO ANIMALS ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUTUBE, VEOH, CRUNCHYROLL , ANIMECRUNCH , ANITUBE  I TRIED IT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE RESULTS ARE DEVASTATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VIDEO YOU HAVE REQUESTED HAS BEEN REMOVED OR NOT AVAIABLE IN YOUR REGION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH YES IT IS NOT IN MY REGION ALL RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HAS GOT TO THE POINT THAT I WANT TO STAGE A REVOLUTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH WILL LEAD ALL PEOPLE TO END DISCRIMINATION AGAISNT ANIME LOVERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AFTER THAT ALL PEOPLE WHO DISCRIMINATE AGAINST US WILL DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THOSE WHO WATCH ANIME BUT REFUSE TO ADMIT THAT THEY EVEN TOUCH THAT THING WHILE LAUGHING SATANICIALLY WHEN WE STAGE OUR REVOLUTION SHALL BE HANGED FOR TREASON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHERS WHO ARE NEUTRAL STAY OUT OF THIS WE WONT WANT YOU TO GET HURT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THE OTHER BELOVED ANIME LOVERS WONT JOIN ME OR THAT THE REVOLUTION WAS UPSTAGED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN ALWAYS MOVE TO AUSTRALIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-4107429562523667447?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4107429562523667447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=4107429562523667447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/4107429562523667447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/4107429562523667447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/uproar-of-anime-lovers.html' title='THE UPROAR OF ANIME LOVERS'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-5322808509513759439</id><published>2008-03-02T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:30:54.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rjnP1Vt4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-cgp_l2ml50/s1600-h/CIMG0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rjnP1Vt4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-cgp_l2ml50/s320/CIMG0579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173197385393092482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rjoP1Vt5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tFGD_roly2s/s1600-h/CIMG0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rjoP1Vt5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tFGD_roly2s/s320/CIMG0593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173197402572961682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rjov1Vt6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GAkF_jR6ggQ/s1600-h/CIMG0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rjov1Vt6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GAkF_jR6ggQ/s320/CIMG0612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173197411162896290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rjpP1Vt7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/gXiWV7mNJpw/s1600-h/CIMG0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rjpP1Vt7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/gXiWV7mNJpw/s320/CIMG0729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173197419752830898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riJP1VtzI/AAAAAAAAADs/vCYO7-z8-jA/s1600-h/CIMG0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riJP1VtzI/AAAAAAAAADs/vCYO7-z8-jA/s320/CIMG0513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173195770485389106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riJv1Vt0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/FqyUcuIomVs/s1600-h/CIMG0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riJv1Vt0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/FqyUcuIomVs/s320/CIMG0506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173195779075323714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riJ_1Vt1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eDAVLXINPcY/s1600-h/CIMG0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riJ_1Vt1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eDAVLXINPcY/s320/CIMG0523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173195783370291026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riKv1Vt2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7NTH2_cjrz0/s1600-h/CIMG0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riKv1Vt2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7NTH2_cjrz0/s320/CIMG0533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173195796255192930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riLf1Vt3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/z0hzUDd5je8/s1600-h/CIMG0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8riLf1Vt3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/z0hzUDd5je8/s320/CIMG0538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173195809140094834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgPv1VtuI/AAAAAAAAADE/MnZxJsKu9aA/s1600-h/CIMG0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgPv1VtuI/AAAAAAAAADE/MnZxJsKu9aA/s320/CIMG0492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173193683131283170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgQ_1VtvI/AAAAAAAAADM/ypPV-jFVdpk/s1600-h/CIMG0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgQ_1VtvI/AAAAAAAAADM/ypPV-jFVdpk/s320/CIMG0496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173193704606119666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgRv1VtwI/AAAAAAAAADU/uFrH1cXCqeg/s1600-h/CIMG0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgRv1VtwI/AAAAAAAAADU/uFrH1cXCqeg/s320/CIMG0501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173193717491021570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgS_1VtxI/AAAAAAAAADc/btu3R0lpOxs/s1600-h/CIMG0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgS_1VtxI/AAAAAAAAADc/btu3R0lpOxs/s320/CIMG0503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173193738965858066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgTf1VtyI/AAAAAAAAADk/ed5Tjy8_G5E/s1600-h/CIMG0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R8rgTf1VtyI/AAAAAAAAADk/ed5Tjy8_G5E/s320/CIMG0507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173193747555792674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had promised pictures of hong kong and i just found the memory card !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaa lots of codes nia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aliens finally corruputed me computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a picture with tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so what u thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I MADE THEM MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ?! C'MON GO TO RIPLEY'S BELIEVE IT OR NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unsettling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone as lazy and floppy like me make tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to conquering the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes thats part of my friend's present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to make some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont question if the friend's special or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI it's a she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you have lesbain fantasies dont go around spoiling my fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now shoo leave me alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-5322808509513759439?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5322808509513759439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-926232785214833555</id><published>2008-02-25T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:22:29.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>less-meaning-less</title><content type='html'>i simply dont know what to write on these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ponning of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no special outings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no special occassions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so sad and monotonous that even i feel low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might be thinking " what this girl can feel low ?! the world is coming to an end !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i can feel low because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE : I HAVE NOTING TO DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: I HAVE YET TO FIND MY MICE AND SO WORLD DOMINATION WAS PUT OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE: I AM LIVING IN A WORLD THAT IS SO BORING I CAN ACTUALLY FEEL THE WORD HANGING OFF THIN AIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR: MY SIS SNORES LIKE A COW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the world is coming to an end yes, i am just waiting for that opputunity meanwhile enjoy ur lives when u can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is my fair chance of finding edward elric and practicing alchemy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is my fair chance of sailing the world and fighting shichibukais and making nakamas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is my fair chance of finding a teacher who would teach me how to mould my chakra to form some marvellous technics to defeat all that i see not fit to live in this world ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is my adventure ?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i sit here rotting for an alien ship to come pick me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sudden thought occured me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i died of bordness before i even spot them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all my plans will go to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot give up like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not how i should end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a tragic tragic thing shall not happen to me when i have yet conquer the world to reside in a carribean island while johnny depp is fanning me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( note to whoever: yes i could have reside in a carribean island even if i dont conquer the world but will johnny dear fan me ?  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as to not end up like the story line above i had forced myself to face the world which i hate so much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( warning : the story below consist much of ezeseration( i know the spelling is wrong, dictionary.com has given up and oh do the maths)and not intended for those who dont tolerate nonsense u can skip the next 17 lines )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out to brave the winds and rain this afternoon to search for a priceless treasure which will satiasfy my love for beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long long journey which consist of demonic children with killer alpha laced amplifiyers in their throats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i found that i have survied and step off woodlands mrt with a jumping heart in anticipation of my prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prize does not come cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has a price tag and a full security alarm attached to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and under the watchful eye of the dragon-ness i approached the treasure cave carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she eyed me with a firey intensitiy and bellowed to me where i could find my treasue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cabinet had shone with such glamour when i shakily took wary steps near it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my heart to be still as i searched for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO FIND THAT IT'S GONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i turned to face the dragon-ness full of fury with sword in hand and asked her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" IS THERE ANY OTHER OUTLET IN SINGAPORE THAT SELL THAT NECKLACE ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which she replied it is out of stock all through singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just my luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore is so small that it dont even import the necklace for sheer fear that the weight of it will sink the tiny island to who knows where in a bubbling fit of...bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is life so sad and just gets sadder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will make the world lubdibrium when i conquer it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or other words candy land&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-926232785214833555?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/926232785214833555/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-9155875755247757881.post-686128040796094947</id><published>2008-02-23T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:12:24.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftermath; what the world is coming to</title><content type='html'>i know i am getting this bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep any early then 5 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new habit i have to kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i dont have enough bugging me already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this new habit in hand, there leaves mua plently of time to figure out my marvelous plan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that the first to die in mua evil cluthes will be me boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have hated him before then i hate him even more now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moron woke me up from my maple sea dream and shouted to me that if i want to sleep i go to mcdonalds to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you know what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK U THINK U ARE ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get money everyday to go around nagging people who are actually worth and are doing their jobs good and you go act as if u own the whole world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when actually you are nothing but a delusional old fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dare come to the outlet everytime and scold my beloved managers that are doing real jobs and give others a hard time and still claim that you are only thinking the best for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SADDLY MISTAKEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to quote him " i dont open a hotel here i am trying to run a buisness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ain't ur buisness old fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are just an employee same status under the REAL BOSS 's eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are not even our real boss my boss is in japan u are just a delusional substitude who thinks you are great when u are licking the boss ass everytime you see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah a great boot licker you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck if you think u are so great  lets see who supports you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ever you come over to any outlet to work as a REAL manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see how you handle everything here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can fucking run the whole place yourself, be the service crew kitchen crew at the same time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can you have my due respect to go on ur high and mightly-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont take that attitude and shove it up your ass or smth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i dare say my dad knows YOUR BOSS i see ur eyes pop right outa their fat sockets and you will fuss all over my dad to get him tell the boss what a great ass licker you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it is not easy working your job &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to kiss every ass that claims they know your boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still a warning : keep in mind that the toes you step on today might lead to the ass you kiss tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will love to see you squirm in that big aquarium of crocodiles covered in babeque sauce trying to kiss mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad you had your chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know i tend to be a little grouchy when i am disturbed in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had known for many years through numeruos research that humans are indeed lazy creatures and will stop typing mid sentence when the clock struck 5 and go on to the funner parts of life like dating clubbing whatever humans think it is fun enough to do with their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it had never occured to me that humans will automatically become less compationate after their working hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets take colleague A for example, yes he is colleague A he is not fit to be my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was all nice to this sweet new girl who just came joined us not long before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes he was all sweet till 10 pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where his time is up he promptly left the girl to die in to kitchen for closing when it is supposed to be a 2 person job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that there is still time till 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he could have helped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had always thought that humans had to be respondsible in things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which meant that if the job is not finished they will stay behind to finish it before they go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not dump all the burden on others just because it's convienent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would be the reason why there are so many single mothers in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously females of a species is more respondsible then most of the males&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand how they will turn non-human after due time and leave another person to die even if they are calling for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these people, scracth that, THESE FUCKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is what the world is coming to then i am better off working with robots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great another point taken for my plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-686128040796094947?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/686128040796094947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=686128040796094947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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like sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that my manager called me early in the morning and said " hello this is kan calling from ichiban sushi, melissa it's 12.30 WHY THE HELL ARE YOU NOT HERE YET ?! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that i cant give just 2 hours notice If i want to quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced to go to another birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced to admit that i am not of age yet and cant go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are people such a pain in the ass when i just want them to stay away and leave me to my unrealistic world of mapling and animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and clubbing is such a waste of time, why club when you have animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am not just saying that because i could not go THANK YOU VERY MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway asking me to fork out more of my life doing something thats pissing me off is the greatest torture god could have given me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH YOUR ALMIGHTY FOR MAKING ME SUCH A PIPSQEAUK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT TO MENTION THE BONUS OF MY UNHAPPY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am so short that you cant even pick me up with a pair of tweesers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT SHE MISTAKE A MOLEHILL FOR MOUNT EVEREST ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sy being so vertical is not helping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang it all you know what &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GO RESIGN MESELF AND IF THEY DONT LET ME I WILL GO MIA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM SURE I WILL SPENT THE REST OF MY LIFE WORKING AT THE ZOO CLEANING CROCODILE POO AND ONE DAY TOSS MESELF TO THOSE REPTILIAN DINOSAUR MINATURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE PIMPLES AINT HELPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO THAT TO MESELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY SOLUTION :CONQUER THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite simple really, that is why i am up at this time for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get myself abucted by evil rabid mice bent on world domination and for experimentation removed my brain and heart for human speciman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall feel empty and nothing for a while and might think that my brain and heart died in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that they will regret it soon enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEIR SPACESHIP THINGY WILL EXPLODE BECAUSE OF UNORGANIC COMBUSTION OF EVIL MOLECULAR MOLECULES THAT RESIDE IN MY BRAIN AND THOSE MOLECULES WILL ABSORB ALL THEIR EVIL DATA THEIR EVIL THOUGHTS AND TATICS SHALL BE TRANSFERED TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE THE ONE DOING WORLD DOMINATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN I CONQUER THE WORLD I WILL SENT EVERYONE TO DANCE THE HEMPEN JIG ESPECIALLY FEMALE HUMAN SPECIMAN R, SHE WILL DIE THE MOST HORRIBLE DEATH HUMANS EVER EXPERINECE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL CUT HER TONGUE AND SHOOT HER THEN SHOOT HER TONGUE AND BABEQUE HER IN FRONT OF THE CROCODILES WITH BABEQUE SAUCE AND BIND HER TO MAKE HER LOOK LIKE SOME SQUIRMING DELICIOUS PREY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I SHALL BE LEFT ALONE IN THE WORLD WITH NOTHING BUT ROBOTS THAT HEED MY EVERY WHIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE SHALL NOT BE A PERSON LEFT TO LAUGH AT MY LOOKS OR HEIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISNT MY PLAN JUST FANTASTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I JUST HAVE TO GO FIND MESELF SOME MICE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-8611675866600115784?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8611675866600115784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=8611675866600115784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8611675866600115784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8611675866600115784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/02/top-secret-plan-of-mine.html' title='TOP SECRET PLAN OF MINE'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-928275919327167381</id><published>2008-02-18T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:54:53.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much mapling...</title><content type='html'>okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just so happened that of all the people who attended the picnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the only one that's too lazy to blog about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will make it quick and simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for a picnic to celebrate sy and angie's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u sy for uploading horrible pics of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will deal with u next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time enjoy ur presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to eat grass to afford it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so put off my plans to destroy the world for another few months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking cbox wont work, tagbox will have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-928275919327167381?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/928275919327167381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=928275919327167381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/928275919327167381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/928275919327167381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/02/too-much-mapling.html' title='too much mapling...'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-1077314034401898270</id><published>2008-02-07T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:22:52.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me...meself</title><content type='html'>Finally home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahma's house as pleasant and polite as usual, evryone making fake impressions of others to last for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ang paos ( abt 200 plus not counting my parent's )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh wads the use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost 100 anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through new year gambling of cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay chou's new movie is really funny a little fake a little too much to be left for imagination and a tad bit well kung fu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends say that they cant really see through me, not literally, i dont really think that i keep to myself thatt much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok not too much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok i mean to quote it from someone " personal space " is important for private personal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i dont talk much about myself and my problems are that since u are already telling me all of yours, u seem much too occupied with your problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DID NOT say that u dun care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just you all have too much of your own what for burden u with more problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that sentence above might give you that " MIND YOUR OWN BUISNESS THIS GIRL IS JUST AN INGORNANT ASS " kind of thought but no i am not trying to play word twisting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i just dun like to talk that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that explains the bottled up anger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK U to whoever that came from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never'd denied that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh why the hell am i contridicting myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just like to keep everything to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant find anyone to really talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to solve everything by myself and think i can carry the world on my back like a snail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually a person who has a lot of faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont talk much about myself because i think it coild be just what you want people to think of you about, you dont talk and act people will see through it sooner or later but to let these people observe and find out who u really are&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;people who dont give me a good impression stays bad forever, people i dont like at first contact stays in that list too.very narrow minded person mua is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i show anger and criticise those that i really care about but treat those i cant really be bothered about with kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only buy gifts to those that are nice to me and i know they are sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it my whole personallity on words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is only 8 damn sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think about it i am really weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-1077314034401898270?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1077314034401898270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=1077314034401898270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1077314034401898270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1077314034401898270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/02/memeself.html' title='me...meself'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-5338615614475173522</id><published>2008-02-03T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:16:28.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>I have known that my friend is a little off sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was mental admittance you know just a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today must have been the day that confirmed my suspitions that she is indeed a little off and maybe a little sucidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day had began with such promise although it was a little late due to said friend's hesitance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we 3 had decided that we will go and have a happy day today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as said fren and i was happily talking fren B arrived looking totally down and sad, and when we asked why she said it was the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, lifted our mood to no limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay when we have our meal i had cheered her up a little &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the meal fren A became very emo and increasingly annoying when asked she refuse to tell us anything to the point that i almost decided to give her two tight slaps across her then annoying face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she went ahead to cry in the toliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still refused to tell us anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which i assumed that either she hated and disagree with kfc ( which was the choice of meal ) or she really frind televesion better company then frens or she had a secret lover hiding in the toliet and everytime she went in he will appear like cacaman but had broken her heart saying that he have 3 wives with 12 children, and she flushed him down the toliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sent her home to which she repaid our kindness by chasing us away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HER TO THE CORE OF FUCKING SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM NEVER GONNA TALK TO HER AGAIN NEVER EVER , EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided not to let herruin my day so fren b and i went to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did a manicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought donuts ( with great difficulty ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and brought a shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sat down and chatted away the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-5338615614475173522?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5338615614475173522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=5338615614475173522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5338615614475173522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5338615614475173522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/02/dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='the dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-166705577858627112</id><published>2008-01-31T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:51:01.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me And Mua EviiiLLL Frens</title><content type='html'>I swear on my head and life and internal organs that i will kill my frens someday , horror will come in the form of a sunflower bikini i promised them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause take a look at my profile u will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODFORBID THEM TO BLOG ABOUT IT, OR BORA BORA AND WU ZHUN WILL BE A DISTANT DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINELEISURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE U TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp 's sweeny todd is a distant memory which i will bear for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW U ALL !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant find the code for the pistures so i cant take them off, so kill ur eyes for the time being till i figure out how to edit this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stab ur ears too ( loss of taste in music is all thanks to namira and sy )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-166705577858627112?l=bedofmushroom.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-9155875755247757881.post-2946565286108570951</id><published>2008-01-26T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:08:20.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back...more dead then alive...</title><content type='html'>Yes i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not blogged for a very long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time is not even covering half of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am too lazy so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where shall i start ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes where i left off.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONG KONG !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes hong kong, wonderful hong kong , wonderful climate, wonderful food, horrible streets and horrible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see if i can get any pictures uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the airplane i was all wooo ahhh hong kong ! but it's 2am in the morning and it is hardly the time i am at my most energetic. so after a while the energy gone and i was trying to get some much needed sleep, when i felt my chair jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i had thought in that moment my life is going to end or i will live only long enough to be tossed into a shark infested area and be eaten alive by sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as it turnes out i am fine, the JERK was caused by a little sweet 9 year old girl sitting behind me, i had spotted this girl in the airport ealier, yes i had to admit she and her family were a bit hard to miss, dressed in matching burberry suits that looks a little too fake, finished with stockings and boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about overdressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said bespecticled girl was sitting behind me, usually i will not give a damn and gone back sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i would have done that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ONLY IF THE GIRL STOP KICKING MY SEAT. the thought of reliving the terror of plane crashing is too much for me and you know me, i tend to be a bit grouchy when i dont get my sleep. so i turned around and gave her a not soo easy on the ears trashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought i could get my peace, the girl give me a hard kick on the plane seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes u can almost read my not so pleasant thoughts then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being the nice girl i am i decided to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we arrived hong kong !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had checked in the disney hollywood hotel which delighted me untill i found out about the next door's "original " disney hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talk about bad luck that Burberry is staying in the same hotel as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup and we spent 2 days in disney land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful disney land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wondorous firewroks ( which make disney songs appeal for the first time )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and travelling to a shopping centre via the mickey mouse train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes much to my dismay all things have to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and move to the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where u cant see a blade of grass anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those dark alleys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing about hong kong u have to know is that besides being cramped is that hong kong has no toliets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u pratically have to take the train down 2 stations to the nearest toliet, yes there might be a 90 % chance that shopping centres have toliets, but since there is also a 89.99 % chance of finding it locked by the shop keepers i dont harbour much hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that explains the dark puddles of water in those alleys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping is something u must do in hongkong, those to die for miniskirts i would have died to have one as much as i dislike skirts, too bad i cant fit into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hong kong must have the worst mannered people i meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who tsked and give u dirty looks just because u moved a little slower, yes there is pratically ghost festival everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rice that takes one hour to arrive and the restuarnt still have cheek to ask us to pay for it along with expecting tips, the resturant is in singapore too, apparently the srvice is just as sucky , but a bit better then hongkong. people who complain about singapore service should go to hongkong more offen, then maybe they will take their complains and shove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible traffic, once the green lights flash the vehicles just horn and accelerate, i have to run for my life everyday, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dank air when i first came out of the airport i thought it was just the buses and the planes, but apparently i was wrong, singapore is soo much cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hong konger's will take any chance to cheat your money really, they will sell you defective goods and charge you soo ridiculous-ly that even if you slash the price by half they still make a profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahh the all time classic, never touch anything you dun wanna buy there, these people know serious language that makes even the ah beng in spore blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the food there is definatly the best i ever tasted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouth watering cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wonderful japanese food ( no pictures on this one )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i knew it, i am back in singapore, with nice memories to think  back on for days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and back to school, which i again skipped many times, i have thought about it and i knew that i will retake, so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more week left, then 10 weeks holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the monotonous life of mine still continues..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh one missed call is a dreadful waste of money and time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-2946565286108570951?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2946565286108570951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=2946565286108570951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2946565286108570951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2946565286108570951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-backmore-dead-then-alive.html' title='I am back...more dead then alive...'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-8768291236016421480</id><published>2007-12-12T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:18:45.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>TODAY'S THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONG KONG HERE I COME !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really feel the thrill of going there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean it's all shop shop eat eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the heavenly kings onely sy attempted to reach me by phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if the rest did not care to know my whereabouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or they just dun deem us as that good of friends now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, what have i done ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting them presents anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope they are free on christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha namira i got ur message but my hp is spoilt and cant reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx sy for taking the effort to give me one missed call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course special thx to those who bothered to reply my message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad i will do without ur message as short as they were ( just kidding !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i will attempt to write a will on the plane so that if anything happens all my items will be donated to the australia zoo although i dunno wad good a musical box will do to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they will let me keep my ashes there ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope mum will let me grab a bite on the way to the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously because plane food sucks and i am not feeling up to eating those rubbery salmon and MY GOD roasted rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-8768291236016421480?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8768291236016421480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=8768291236016421480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8768291236016421480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8768291236016421480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/12/muahahaha.html' title='MUAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-2534127911889059727</id><published>2007-12-11T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T07:40:14.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day namira got married</title><content type='html'>.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;i will tell him tmr&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;and u will get hitched &lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;by end of the wEEk&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;pity that i will not be attending&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;but i am  for u&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;ur dad will be so Pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;Plesed with the idea&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;moved to tears &gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;u know u dun have to thank me&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;thats wad frens are for right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;and u live happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya-low says:&lt;br /&gt;IM NOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT MOVED TO TEARS&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;beside u is ur one true love&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;how could u&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:&lt;br /&gt;u are getting hitched this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says: dun u just \said it&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says: so happy for u &lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says: i am crying&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says: truely i am&lt;br /&gt;ya-low says: MEL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;ya-low says:im gna freaking strangle chu&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says: why&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says: i helped&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says: u &lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says: find ur love&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa PreSentS: DuN HunK WiTh My HearT says:one true love&lt;br /&gt;ya-low says: MY one true love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R16uv9dloWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gKp7TUVyicc/s1600-h/namira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R16uv9dloWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gKp7TUVyicc/s320/namira.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142739963479433570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R16uUtdloVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9fD9KSVCMhE/s1600-h/namira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R16uUtdloVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9fD9KSVCMhE/s320/namira.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142739495327998290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i have the time to do freaking photoshop i will edit them together namira in a freaking neon pink satin dress with a horrible green stash and her house carpet tied together with the cartain loop, with sunflowers framing the hem of the dress, and striking yellow boots, hmm since she had commented on how she wanted a gold veil, a gold veil it shall be ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dreams do come true namira dreams do come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-2534127911889059727?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2534127911889059727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=2534127911889059727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2534127911889059727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2534127911889059727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-namira-got-married.html' title='The day namira got married'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/R16uv9dloWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gKp7TUVyicc/s72-c/namira.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-5229675685029280972</id><published>2007-12-05T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:57:41.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><content type='html'>Although i promised my mum that i will not absent from school this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i already did so 2 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on the 2nd one sy made me sign a contract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i swear entirely caters to her own benifits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i am one to complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had let her down one too many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact i still think it not conpensation enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sy for coping with my intolerence and trying to help me even if that means extra burden for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell am i glad for a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school with a less grouchy attitude today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but found that we changed team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first thought it was crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but turns out that more then half the class left during 2nd break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving about 10 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we finished around 2.46 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky me ! ( although i have a feeling that tmr is much worst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my faci caught me drawing a bald potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh around that time me and namira had this conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya the fact that i saved in in xp is the only reason i am using this poor excuse of a computer progamn now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namira apparently had a very interesting point of view on tribeman's butts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn who is that idiot who keep signing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;befor this part of the conver namira's talking abt how crappy the sch lappy is and how she got this " ~" sign from her "kacheng" cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT UR BUTT HAVE PRINT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;wahliu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;butt have print hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;WUN THAT LOOK FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;ye lke some tribe fella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;WADS IN UR MIND MAN NAMIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;U ACTUALLY LOOKED AT A TRIBE FELLOW'S ASS ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAH! NOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;just imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;cos they like have marking on their body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;DUN SPOIL MYBRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;n they dun wear pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;just u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;cloth to cover up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;NAMIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;so maybe at the ass have u know,....markinggsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;U HAVE DONE UR RESEARCH WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;like a donkey ass with the x or c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;x or o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TO THINK THAT U IMAGINE OTHER THINGS ADMIST A TRIBESMAN'S ASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE THOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;NAMIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE THOUGHTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;HHAHHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;JUST A THOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;U IMAGINE A DONKEY'S ASS AS WELL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.WAKA LAKA !&lt;j&lt;u&lt;d&lt;a&gt;i&gt;t&gt;h&gt; NamiRa Jadi hantu selama-lamanya ! says:&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL U STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;U KNOW IN CARTOON'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE THE DONKEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE HOT IRON THG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;TO MARK IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;LIKE TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing potato says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT REAL LIFE LA AIYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY DEREON SHOES AT LONG LAST !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO NOTICED THAT SPORE'S SELLING IT 4 TIMES IT'S ORINGINAL PRICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANT THAT  I LUCKED OUT FOR NOT ABLE TO BUY THAT SHOE LAST SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE SUCKERS WHO BOUGHT IT MUST HAVE BEEN HAPPILY WEARING THEM THINKING THAT 129 IS A GREAT PRICE FOR SUCH SHOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE WRONG !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO THINK THAT I ALMOST BECOME ONE OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM, WONDER WHAT GOD HAS IN STORE FOR ME TMR FOR TREATING ME SO NICELY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to my sis blog and saw this wonderful background (which is not fair i tried and i failed to change this damn background too many times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and found that she either is too naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or she just plain dislike me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya under her wishlist is that i will not retake this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said she was called a waitress by an auntie and that spoils her day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i am a waitress and i get called around by aunties AND uncles does that make my whole life a living hell ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i will certainly retake this damn semester but hey i am happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she want a piece of me i'll give her a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off to give her a piece of me, or take a piece of her, her me her,arrrrrrrrr who cares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-5229675685029280972?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5229675685029280972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=5229675685029280972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5229675685029280972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5229675685029280972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/12/lalala.html' title='LALALA'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-2909439788830094987</id><published>2007-12-01T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:38:11.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batammmmmmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>Went to batam today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father woke us up pretty early to get us going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it isnt until the whole family is almost ready that i woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got on the boat ride after my sis decided to puke all over my shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible the door just opend by itself again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to what i started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got onto this horrible boat ride which keep splashing seawater into our faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bored and played the jellyfish game with my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya we moved like jellyfish in front of what 20 plus people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things people do when they are bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hell was it worth that ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out how lucky i am to be singaporean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with exchange rate of $1 to 6140 rp wads not to rejoiced about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had an enjoyable day shopping my legs off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY got my hugo XX perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha namira's gonna kill me when she heard the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is like 70ml going for $60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in sunny island it is $112 for 40ml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahahaha sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we got on the return boat, we are in the aircon cabin and decided to go out for some fresh air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have forgotten about the way the water splashes and lean a little too close to the railing for comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this freaking tower of water come up from the sea and threw all its contents at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup i ended with a dripping jacket and wet hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back to the cabin where i got horribly seasick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i never like the sea at night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-2909439788830094987?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2909439788830094987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-6189956444322980416</id><published>2007-11-30T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:41:52.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn LEO to the eternal damnation of hell</title><content type='html'>u gotta be kidding me man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and today too ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey wads wrong with just minding my own buisness and doing my homework ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#$%^&amp;amp;$^@$%##%"&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;$^@$%##%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even went as far as to cross my fingers during the fifth try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea decided to put my trust in god his one time and let him do his miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my trust has been misplaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause when i fall god had decided not to catch me and take a step back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I BET CHA HE IS LAUGHING HIS WHITE LOIN CLOTH OFF NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE REMINDER GOD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@##^$&amp;amp;%^*!$@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the incredibaly boring class we went out for some slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SY has decided to abandon me for greener pastures at the last minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well who needs her anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant decide where to go and went on a bus towards parkway,fell asleep on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still manged to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spore has its fair share of rain of sunshine and especially of rude people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun really care to elaborate more, so i just end off here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired and going to try one more time to sign in to leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great i tried and failed to take out a piece of tissue from the lappy and now it's stuck there forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-6310720850775758210</id><published>2007-11-29T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:27:18.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>serial rapist ???</title><content type='html'>As much as i want my mum to be like normal mums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just would not be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this weird inking that she wanted to be a detective when she was young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya she found out about the science centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although she did not read this blog ( i hope ) or have superbionic eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she still found out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn fate just loves to screw around with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had found out how scary man could be today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there could be a serial rapist working at ichiban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya sure he has this charming smile and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he hugs girls and tried to kiss or get them kiss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that does not seem to be the real problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because u see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a child for godness sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD HE DO THIS ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS WIFE WILL CURSE HIM TILL HIS TAIL FALL OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it, literary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey and i am scared, not only for myself, but rather my friend he took a fancy on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey when u have a wife and for godness sake a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dun goddamn go hugging girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if u were to do anything to my friends, i will personally take out a goddamn fish gutting knife and stab u in ur most prominent area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm maybe serve it up on toast too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to quote me " it's not a threat it's a promise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and the best thing is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls cant get caught for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's self denfence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-6310720850775758210?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6310720850775758210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=6310720850775758210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i am soo gonna spourt 4 more legs and grow 2 snappy claws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe turn a little oval in shape with a nice black tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am turning into a crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have crabbed my way outa the questionings of my faci and mum to which i nither wanted to say that i have taken slides from the 6p and that mum's fren saw me in science centre monday afternoon, wonder where she spotted me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namira came up with this horrible sence that if i were to die, HYX will be beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYX: Sup Mel ?&lt;br /&gt;mel: shut up u nabeh&lt;br /&gt;HYX: respect me, i am ur faci&lt;br /&gt;mel:it's because of damn rp i died u knn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is where i killed him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a splurge on dinner, i came on home and tried to do my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried is the word for our dear school have to be paperless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to sign in more then 4 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAILED TO ACCESS LEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard for me to log in to do my friggiong homework and get it over and done with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling no less then grouchy today because of the pesistent pain in my stomach that would not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr is thursday, the worst day i can hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried again to log in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typed real slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAILED TO ACCESS LEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN U NABEI LEO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-5933945099137748680?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5933945099137748680/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-9155875755247757881.post-312241898701615236</id><published>2007-11-27T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:08:05.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The S.O.S in mystery island</title><content type='html'>it is days like this that makes me miss the old days more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, the good old days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great my phone plays perfect man like it's waterlogged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as my waterlogged phone plays on my life goes on too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much like the scracthy gritty sound that comes out of the phone now ruining what was a perfectly good song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there is just one song going through my head and that is hit me baby one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god you tell me in my dreams or ....... whatever give me a sign as to WHY THE HELL ARE U DOING THIS TO ME ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u go freaking tell my mum that according to her " the treasures are all in the bag, and that the latern in my path was lead, why go astray" ( no god did not go into her dreams, she went on to draw lots for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see no frigging faggot lantern in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i could see ahead is the grand canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya i am sure u mean the treasures as the shitheads in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the path was lit so that you could see me fall face down into a pile of dog poop and laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me why it's such that i am saying this god and i can tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause that is exactly what u are doing now, laughing at me with god crap on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must u make it so that my classmates treat me as such, and that my mum love me so much it just makes me hate myself for doing things behind her back, for lying to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u just want me to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u just fucking had to have me choosing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u just had to see me squirm my way out of this dilemia u throw me into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate those people as much as i hate myself for forcing me to smile at a joke they make at me thinking that i dont know, no scratch that they dont even care if i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate myself for making me turn my back on a mum that love me as much and care as much for me, is this how i repay her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u want me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no website i can log on to for an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there is no prayer that makes u help me out of this because u threw me in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can help me solve this except me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am already tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i could live up to my standards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that standard which i grasp just months ago are out of my reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one step i take towards them is another step away from being myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in the bag god, all in the bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-312241898701615236?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/312241898701615236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=312241898701615236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/312241898701615236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/312241898701615236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/11/sos-in-mystery-island.html' title='The S.O.S in mystery island'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3864440140529627007</id><published>2007-11-24T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:51:55.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moron</title><content type='html'>fucking bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fucking cantankerous bitch took, heck my sister's account and took my items and now is asking me to talk nicely to her then she will return the items she took , no screw that stole from my sister's account. ya when i asked her to return my item in maple sea she told me that she will throw the items down because she is scared that i will find out what her username is and report her for hecking. because according to me i can find out which characer she is and go " i dun even know that person " when i report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had nicely told her that she WILL return MY items to ME or Face being banned from the game masters, and i kindly reminded her that it is not a threat, it is a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had asked her to repent before it's too late, jesus will always accept people who repents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she dont believe in jesus she believe in kuan yin ma ( yes isnt she pathetic to abandon her much beloved religion just to get back at me ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i told her that i am happy that she converted so fast,because apparently chinese gods are not as benovelent as their almightly, and she will go straight to hell for stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kuan yin ma ? oh that.. she keep pestering my sis to convert and well my sis just kinda tell her that ( courtesy of my dad ) she will go to church that sunday provided she accompany my sis to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i know it's just an item from a non existance game, but hey since i hate her so much, WHY THE FUCK sould i give anything to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but her skull must have been a mile thick , and now she said that i threathened her and to quote her " it's not that i dun want to return u , but whr got ppl like that ask . even hecker also wont return lor.btw i ask her b4 taking, and then u lvl 20 plus use so high lvl equipment for what lend a while wont die lo. at most i return u next time . i wan to make peace, dont say until i like that can. you bushang then tellme in msn lah, i not like those ah lian face to face. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reply : ya it's not that u dun wan to return me,it's that u dun wan at all, and yes heckers wun return the items, but hey why group urself with them? they dun even know the person they are heckin'while u do and nt to mention that she is ur fren, is that how u used a fren's trust? u impress me on tat,and yes u did ask but did not specify the items, unfortunatly for u my sis's account is nt ur atm her things are hers. yes i am lvl 20 plus nw i cant use, but why would i have the intension to lend u smth when u are nt even my fren ? think b4 u try to save face. and dun talk abt making peace, the last time u try and u failed. and if i am nt happy i find u face to face, yes i am no coward, and ya if u are still not happy u can have the items i dun really care, u can go hit urself with the staff. oh and one last advice, dun act innocent when u are nt, that is plain revolting .till then we can finally make peace, god bless u "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhahahahahahhaahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3864440140529627007?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3864440140529627007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3864440140529627007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3864440140529627007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3864440140529627007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/11/fucking-bitch-fucking-cantankerous.html' title='moron'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-7401195665703370734</id><published>2007-11-23T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:13:34.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No me ames</title><content type='html'>In the past there was once i will die for people to put in their friend-ship "gold" class, i was never looked apon as someone worthly to look upon, but rather used by people to get things they want. i dont understand why i was so desperate for this gold class. now i understand, because lonliness is hard to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past i get so confused and worried if my feelings are found out by that special someone, followed by the feeling of anticipation and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection and sadness if that person were to reject me so as to accept his special someone, fear of the future that lies ahead which seem not to point in any direction at all fear of me not liking him enough to brave troubles in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this i understand, but it is that feeling of anticipation that makes me confused, that makes me want to forget him, erase him, do anything just not to see him, but when i see him with another girl,it makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i like him when i try to forget him, how can i forget him when i like him , tell him not to like me when i like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that the feeling of love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why then do he try to communicate with me when i think he dont like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why does it makes me so happy when i see a good night message from him ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this horrible conflict a part of it, or is this punishment for trying to run away from my feelings ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-7401195665703370734?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7401195665703370734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=7401195665703370734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7401195665703370734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7401195665703370734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-me-ames.html' title='No me ames'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-1980025986776299784</id><published>2007-11-01T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:40:12.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The piss melissa off day</title><content type='html'>Yes god i love you, for making me suffer so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my past life i must have pissed fate or god off, cause they are out to make me miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing in the morning is that i am late, and that i could not sit for UT ( useless test ), sy spent the entire train ride blaming me and not talking much to me. i dont remember blaming her for the countless tests she made me miss in the past, well not so much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ok i went into class, thank you god for not changing my team. i am stuck in the same stupid damn team which have looked down on me since the start of school. so i kept to myself most of the day again ( yes i realised they are making damn awful jokes about me behind my back) go to hell you all come and fight and face me like a man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the blessful after school, which is not too bad, i get to laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this is where hell comes in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god decided that he will play a joke on me called the melissa will not find any internet connection in god damned fucking bugis, and lets sit down and laugh at her reaction. and so i figured that out and told namira nevermind i will go home to do my RJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeward bound in a gruelling train ride, got squashed between a fat ass woman and blue man's bag . fat ass there was talking to her friend how she managed to eat all of her son's leftovers and her own food, and making big actions with her hand, i dont even want to count the times she hit me. naturally i moved further away from her to avoid her onslaught of slappings when mr blue man just keep pushing against me and i was stuck sitting with half my butt hanging out looking downright miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then god came and decided i havent got enough, as luck will have it i reached my station at 11.45 then ran like crazy to the lift, switch on the lappy in such a hurry the damn comp dropped on the floor. okay then i was like rush inside the house it was 11.55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup then vista could not open the word doc i have saved my RJ in, then quickly switched to xp, then the comp must have set it's mind on revenge, cause it had to come up with the blue sceen for god knows how long, then fed up i asked my sis to get up it was 11.58, then i have another problem in this moniter there is only 2 usb port one is used for the modemn the other for the mouse, so i unplugged the mouse and plugged in the multiple usb port ones, turns out that the mouse cant be used..11.59.. when the mouse finally got sensered it is past the RJ time, yup god made my day typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lets piss melissa off day is not over yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to send email but did not have an inking as to how to, so called sy did not answer called xw, then after she told me how to, i asked her if she is going to school tmr, she said yes and told me dont be late because sy is not happy today, i dunnoe why i feel mad after she told me that. i mean if sy was late for the UT she will just like hehehehe i will just grumble for a while and we move on. you mean she can be late i cannot be late ? i dont understand. i did not choose to be late, i have a big tiff with my parents the night before and went to bed forgetting about the alarm,and since i have a tiff with my mum who the hell will wake me up ? so i ended up waking at 8.10 when sy called. then she goes all angry on me 'today's UT i can do one lor', i dont understand. sy could leave first, i am not blaming her , she could go on first and it's her choice. so i came up with a solution if this things happen again should it happen again, she could go on first and i could go later , then she can still take her test and i will be much happier.of course that is not stating that i do not have mistakes , i do for the lateness and for the temtrum i threw sometimes that i admit , i am in the wrong, and i sincerly appologise for it, hoping for nothing more than that you would bear with my shortcomings as i will bear with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could feel a massive headache building up so till then chao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-1980025986776299784?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1980025986776299784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=1980025986776299784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1980025986776299784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1980025986776299784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/11/piss-melissa-off-day.html' title='The piss melissa off day'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3604339937055730150</id><published>2007-10-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:40:33.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the interesting conver</title><content type='html'>wakakakka 2 more days to partical freedom !!! angie has finished her exams !! all is well in the world, and i hope the peace could last. was having this very interesting conver with namira and jw just now, was talking about studing for UT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;tmrl ut si beh sian lei&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;he?&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;heh?&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;yea man&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;heck a&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;knn nabeh a&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;if i know my result nw right, if i pass, i heck tmr,i f i fail i chiong&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;kw already ?&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;they wana make us&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;thats y nv release&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i scared to noe&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;nabeh ight&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;totally&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;grades not published loh nabeh to max nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that somehow leads to this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;and she married one called watanabe next time&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;and she is called&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says: yea&lt;br /&gt;namira says: Omg&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;mrs watanabe !&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;nabe for short form&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;mrs watanabeh ccb knn nia hooOooO&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;waa&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;power name nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which somehow got bleaker and bleaker -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;u go to england&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;and say ur name is tat&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;they will like&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;wow which country are u from&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says: hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;and they start calling u&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;nabe !&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;lol more like excuse me miss, i ask for ur name, not ur family tree&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;nabeh, how are u&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says: hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says: lol&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;im find cb&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says: lol&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says: Omg&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;then knn appear&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;then knn say wah ,ur sucha faggot cb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says: hehe&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;cb:nabeh, how are u.? care to join me for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;nabeh:cant la cb, i gt ppt.&lt;br /&gt;knn: Ya, that faggot faci of mine is playing with his elmo toy&lt;br /&gt;cb: ok ,i shall ask my dear friend joannabeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says: lol&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says: mg&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;then joannabeh say walau knn never ask me u cb ask&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;lo&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says: lololololol&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;la&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;she just found out she is the distint cousin to watanabe&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;joannabe !!&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;long lost&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL long lost kacheng&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;kakakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;long lost kacheng&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhhahaa&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;why did we start ts increasinly vulgar conversation ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then poor namira just have to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;that wan means wdhse is like namira&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;he is not nabeh&lt;br /&gt;[c=#FF0080]' ' '❤ JiAwEi ・c [/c] says: lol&lt;br /&gt;.+'~* MeLiS$@*~`+.Her Most Beautiful Smile.. says:&lt;br /&gt;kakakakakkaak&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;im nabeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that happened&lt;br /&gt;namira says:&lt;br /&gt;nabeh means what a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad can i say ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3604339937055730150?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3604339937055730150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3604339937055730150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3604339937055730150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3604339937055730150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting-conver.html' title='the interesting conver'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-7780924488599344527</id><published>2007-10-29T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:31:27.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My raNts</title><content type='html'>originally i had wanted to write about how mums of the worlds are seriously chewing my ass now-a-days, but i lose inspiration halfway so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped sch AGAIN today , and seriously thinkin' abt skipping tmr too sorry mum i love ya but the moods are really not looking good today or tmr for the matter either. one thing to look forward to anyway is that i will be changing teams tmr HOORAYYYYYY !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but taking into consideration that half my class are so desperate to fit into that flamboyant catergary they deem so important as, and that they have already judged me before knowing me i cant and dont want to muster up much hopes for a miracle, and i am not even hoping that god loves me enough to make me sprain my legs (both ) in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is so unfair...yes and misery just loves company,i just figured that my life was pathetic and well lifeless and was moping around as usual blaming myself and everything i could get my mind on. i had come to the conclusion that my life suck, and that kitchen knife is starting to look very friendly, when i saw this classmate nick that went ' i wont call this a team ' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that small sentence just made me happy i dunno why, i mean i am no sadist ( okay maybe the most postive sucidal kid u met ) so why am i happy for this classmate's unhappy day ? i figured that that just proves that if this classmate have an unhappy day, he or she could go on to tomorrow's class, then me and my unhappy day in my class dont seemed too far strecthed...i guess provided that this classmates did not end up in the group most classmates deem as "losers" ( me included ) then why i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i gave myself a chance to mix with them maybe i would have clicked, but i figured whats the point of being fake and have people love you for being that fake person as you are when you could be real and love yourself for what you really are, i have friends i know love me for who i am and honestly i took them for granted till now. i love them for who they are too everyone of them their werid quirks and habits, they are being them and that is what appeals to me.being fake like people in my class to fit in just make people who could see through you deem you as pathetic, you are not strong enough to stand up against them, and choose to custer with them as a pathetic escape to not being alone, doomed to say things you dont mean do things you dont want to. freedom as to being alone seems so much better then the jail bird life you are leading, and yes you are corroding from withen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-7780924488599344527?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7780924488599344527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=7780924488599344527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7780924488599344527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7780924488599344527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-rants.html' title='My raNts'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-1105870899203429414</id><published>2007-10-25T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:23:35.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>her most beautiful smile</title><content type='html'>i once knew a girl whose smile is never flattered by anything and that is the most sincere thing in her..she was naive she was happy and she went out into the world full of hopes that she have finally grown up she trusted everyone and smiled at all she saw...&lt;br /&gt;then she seen things that chill even her warm smile, she felt feelings that created tears in her eyes and scarred her heart, but none as worse than this, she smiled but now her smile is so practised she smiled through any situation ,it is the most fake thing about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God if any one can help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's you,you hear ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is getting so incredibly hard it is hard to believe that i once was contented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the test for the strength i asked for ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it just plain torture you put up for me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you trying to show me how ugly the world can be ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or are you trying to make me into a part of that ugly world ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are making it so hard for me to get by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you make people who is so nice bend to pressure and become the devil's plaything ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you make them so hard to hate when the things they do makes you cry ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you choose to harden them up when you want compassion ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is life so full of such stupid and hard decision which you lose in either ends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have made human beings so ugly, so selfish, so stupid that i hate myself, i hate my life and yet i have to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please tell me why ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i stopped day dreaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i stopped believing in everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i stopped staring at the skies with a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i hardly smile from the bottom of my heart anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl i knew asked god all these and cried in her heart everyday, the tears turned her heart harder each time it wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how long she could last before her heart turns to stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how long god's answer would take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wonder when i would see her most beautiful smile again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-1105870899203429414?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1105870899203429414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=1105870899203429414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1105870899203429414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/1105870899203429414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/10/her-most-beautiful-smile.html' title='her most beautiful smile'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3131938586502838247</id><published>2007-10-04T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:00:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117520937317972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUWLb92O0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/U27MAQ06gw4/s320/Photo0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ( sy and namira staning in the middle of a fountain taken by me trying not to laugh )&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117521401174440786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUWmb92O1I/AAAAAAAAABE/-8uMjGGu98A/s320/Photo0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( namira and me )&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117521658872478562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUW1b92O2I/AAAAAAAAABM/CEUkZrPPGE0/s320/Photo0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ( UFOOOOOO!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117521847851039602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUXAb92O3I/AAAAAAAAABU/sMRlYk7lxGA/s320/Photo0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( SUPERMAN!!!!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117522036829600642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUXLb92O4I/AAAAAAAAABc/DKoo3yVkT9s/s320/Photo0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ( me by the sea )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUXV792O5I/AAAAAAAAABk/zewTiN2nqqo/s1600-h/Photo0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117522217218227090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUXV792O5I/AAAAAAAAABk/zewTiN2nqqo/s320/Photo0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (guess wad we found.... an onion !) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117522389016918946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUXf792O6I/AAAAAAAAABs/NH5u-dQYh4w/s320/Photo0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(apparently esplanade is know for it's beautiful sights and wondrous art pieces )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117524862918081490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUZv792O9I/AAAAAAAAACE/lhKN-NlGdGw/s320/Photo0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;( in pursuit of the art )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117525112026184674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUZ-b92O-I/AAAAAAAAACM/9lCk0RnJiTY/s320/Photo0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hmmm this comes out wrong )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117525558702783474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUaYb92O_I/AAAAAAAAACU/nxL6SI_cfDo/s320/Photo0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( my b'dae present given by namira and lorraine )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117526649624476690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUbX792PBI/AAAAAAAAACk/9LxUGAdRL2o/s320/Photo0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117526546545261570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUbR792PAI/AAAAAAAAACc/CD-mnQzbfN4/s320/Photo0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cake and oranament courtesy of 4 heavenly kings love ya all !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm october already...time passes so fast that i could not really comprehend it, ah well, just back from work heard that lan was coming back then heard that jamie was ( hmm wondering ). ah well... my lovely b dae presents may be uploaded later ( if i find time doing that ) love the four heavenly king's presents !!! it is handmade that is why it is precious. namira and lorraine present was impressive too, i am throughly touched by them !!! they went to clark quay ( namira and lorraine ) to get something i set my eyes on when we went out the other day... then heavenly king's present also made me touched there was a very nice note and a b'dae cake and presentations not to mention the b dae song. have not been going to sch for very long thought of quitting already ( to all the o lvl students out there !! if u are for any god knows reason reading this stupid blog) NEVER i repeat NEVER come to RP cause technically ( RP. aka&gt; retarded poly ) is more or less hell renovated to look nice. the sch sucks the system sucks heck even the food sucks if u have a choice never put any course related to rp in ur 12 choices not even one, that is how most of us ended up here anyway . any other poly SIM ,RETAKE or heck even ITE . anything but RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my god is obviously a fish.. that is why even if i pray to it it dosent help cause most of them gets eaten anyway. so i decided to upgrade my god to a golden fish on the highest floor of the most holy gold covered crystal orantated pagoda for worshipping, there.. that wont fail....at least i dun think it will for the time being, now clap my hands and make a wish.... i wish that my life will be interesting...i wish my life is something worth living...i wish that i could grasp my meaning of life... there simple enough, ( note to god : i have upgraded u , u could not possibly fail this time ).wakakakakakaka...if only they heard me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3131938586502838247?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3131938586502838247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3131938586502838247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3131938586502838247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3131938586502838247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/10/updated.html' title='UPDATED !!!!'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-OdUypcgZc/RwUWLb92O0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/U27MAQ06gw4/s72-c/Photo0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155875755247757881.post-4530437780211657213</id><published>2007-09-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:44:32.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the debate</title><content type='html'>a childhood friend ? a imaginary person of my mind ? or just someone i want to meet ?&lt;br /&gt;the feeling inside of me never subsides, the person whom my world rotates round is in me, why is that so ? u think it is just some overactive imgaination, i thought so too but this feeling tells me that it is not true, someday that person, that wonderful person might just show up in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairytales are perfect stories created by people who wish to have them in the impefect world, the person who created cinderella might have just missed the ball , in her imagination she wished that the world is not so unkind, and that her wish had came true in the other world, the untrue yet wonderful world where her fairy godmother will come to save the day and that the prince will know that she is there, that she existed , that she loved him all along and that they will live happily ever after, the bitter reality disappears in her own whimsical world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagination allows people to be free, to create their own happy ending , to be finally happy is that all that bad ? yes it is because of imagination people is also delusional, beliving so much in a world made by love and fairydust that they simply cannot accept the way life works and used all their might to make those fairytales happen, and when they finally got enough, finally found out that that is their reality, they finally found out that love and fairydust exist but it does not come in the form they expected, will they be satisfied ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-4530437780211657213?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4530437780211657213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=4530437780211657213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/4530437780211657213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/4530437780211657213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/09/debate.html' title='the debate'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-6768660791744049712</id><published>2007-08-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:19:33.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like i am not dead</title><content type='html'>Long time never post already, have been real busy with many things(school is finally outa my way UFOOOOOOOOOOO) catching up with frens and families, with work, and oh of course my books, why is everyone unhappy about the fact that i read books rather then talk to them over lunch, if any thing causes indigestion it's chit chat not quiet reading.... try to clean up my room when my mum opened up the cupboard and a torrent of clothes fell out and to quote her " melissa things are all over your floor...heck there's no floor" god bless mums and their cleaning obessions. got a new phone, yah finally, my new samsung U 700 complete with it's hyper sensitivity and totally ailen features, which i did not know exist in nokia phone, ya i have stuck with nokia phone for too long, it pratically runs in the family.&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard with bao the other day and ran into this ahma on the way to the heerens wads so special about this ahma is that she sells tissues, and so wad's so special about that you ask, ah that is the golden question she sells them at $2...each. well it just so happens that singapore is currently going through a 7% GST increment but hey even with that i thought tissues will be going at $1.20 for 3 packets i simply dont see any thing so special about a few pieces of  chemically softened reused toliet paper combined to give a flimsy manmade material in a not so eye catching plastic coating that will give it the special price tag of $2 each.... apparantly the GST increament has gotten some sharp witted people to gather at orchard to sell tissue papers at a gst inclusive price. but wat i dun get is that this is a ahma ( english translation = granny,grandmother, a mother's mother of either side of the family ) and ahma's are supposed to be gracious and cookie baking and children loving, not try to cheat people of their money as they are not supposed to ( ya i know some of the greatest conman are old , ya old with experience, i dun care about other people's reasons cause this is strictly my mind you are reading that's all ) haiz ahma these days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-6768660791744049712?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6768660791744049712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=6768660791744049712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6768660791744049712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6768660791744049712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/08/like-i-am-not-dead.html' title='like i am not dead'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-2864583787308357612</id><published>2007-08-11T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:29:34.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost friendship</title><content type='html'>tried to log in for the past hour and finally got in, damnit....todae ( or rather yesterdae ) was totally stupid so lets not talk about it, but rather let's read something i came up with over the past one hour.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still live in that intoxinating past, where smiling seems to natural.....but now, even talking seemed strained, i have heard that great distance had meant nothing in the face of true friendship. i did not want to believe in that,because everything we gone through would have been fake... but gone were the times we would just want to be in each other's company, gone were the times we would just lie contenly on each other's bed in any of our bedrooms to just chat about anything, now everything had had to have a purpose , or it is simply not worth your time... it is not important anymore, nothing really matters.. i heard that losing a friend is hardship, but forgetting them is worse then death... i could not help but think about the happy times we had, is the friendship coming to an end because we had no time for each other, has the time come for us to just walk away and forget each other's faces and down the road in life just suddenly recall this certain person but your hand hesitate over the phone to dial that number again, to hear that familar voice again, to open up to this long forgotten person again.&lt;br /&gt;now we might push the blame around, but at the end, we will just regret that the end came all too soon, i feel sad but i do not have tears, it is not a heart break but a part of me lost , i dun feel like crying but i know crying will be better...at the end we cannot blame any other then ourselves, and hope that we would be able to look back and find you still standing there, when we take a step back, you will smile and take the other steps toward us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, that is it, sadly this is not some over imagination on my part but rather a life dedication to a friend of mine, oh well non of my friends reads this anyway... not worth mentioning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-2864583787308357612?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2864583787308357612/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-9155875755247757881.post-1856918630134177264</id><published>2007-08-09T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:58:55.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the spilled stars</title><content type='html'>The bottle shattered, i should have not left it to the winds, or rather left it there without caring....  it smashed agaist the floor, although it had never broke before, everything spilled out and i still cant bare to throw it away, just transfer everything into another container, the long abandoned container, everyday within my sight but never opened, it contains everything that can cause me to cry. never wanted to open it... but i have to add new things every now and then. the 50 cent coin that decided everything and now the spilled glitter stars... it was all over the floor, and although i tried hard to pick everything up, i know, i know that things will never be the same, cause the damage is done, to the container, some day if i were to find another container, can i put all the stars in again ? or will it not be full as everything is not the same, and some pieces of stars had been missed out and left to be swept away, some pieces of stars that are only meant for the container, that cant be transfered away to another ? i dunno, hope is aways there for me, but is hope sometimes enough ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-1856918630134177264?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1856918630134177264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=1856918630134177264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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today cause i slpet quite late yesterdae...ya playing maple..went to stupid s'pore for 20,000 waste my money, i mean why the hell would i want to go to my own country ??? and fight some stupid rubbish...haiz anyways, i had a great day todae,namira was so epressive that i had to laugh, and that the presentation she made ( the ba qua one ) was so funny she went around finding people and asking them to help her make the banner concave....oo sweet sherman lent me his spongebob squarepants movie !!! so happy !!! then jp was like lame as ever, ran into bao on the way to the canteen...hmmm lan transfered away today sooo sad ( pouts ) dunnoe when she will be back , brought her a present yesterdae she was so happy, dang i miss her already....jamie was as scary today... she was like melissa join the management, like hell i dun even know i will last the year...much less as a manager...yeah then she bullied me the whole day....i kept getting injuries like the staple went into me thumb, then a splinter...haiz... ah liang was like dun drop the sushi or i wun make any replacement for u...and keep shaking his head when i gave him a long list of sushi...ah bee made me real angry, there i was happily eating my dinner then he came and took the pen from my pocket cause he wanted to do the wastetage...then when the clock strikes 10 he passed the pen back to me when i was halfway through my dinner, and he said time's up the rest i will have to do ah liang was laughing there with ah mun...wad kinda fren saves his frens halfway???.... not so sweet today is he...anyway i was stuffed and have to go do wad i do best, sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-7437049439045180820?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7437049439045180820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=7437049439045180820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7437049439045180820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/7437049439045180820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-day.html' title='the happy day'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3577556327908224570</id><published>2007-08-01T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:32:57.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the holidae</title><content type='html'>scared  me to death, the comp suddenly just blacked out and i thought that jun on is going to get me...whew it is just tat it's low on batt, todae's zoo event is off, ya , never mind it's kinda rush for me anyway...now tat i look back on the past few posts i found a trend , all the events of mine are cancelled for some or other reasons... but not tat i did not enjoy myself today, jamie is here !!! wow was she scary she keep looking at me and laughing, and when i ask her why she say i am cartoon... weird...then there was a new boy today one called andrew i think...there was wrong drinks order then there was these 2 mocha surprise and when jamie had some she wanted the ice cream to go with it, adeline took the whipped cream from the fridge and sprayed some on it and jamie was watchin' all the time, hell tat was funny !! ( finally ) changed my hamster beding today, whao hell it stinks... got an increament today ya i was confirmed so... dunnoe if the ppl there really liked me hmmm, because the date was 1/7/07 on the letter  , it's one month already ( diao )...oh well.. maple is calling and i have to compley...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3577556327908224570?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3577556327908224570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3577556327908224570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3577556327908224570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3577556327908224570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/08/holidae.html' title='the holidae'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-8427527012187340463</id><published>2007-07-31T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T07:13:50.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an uneventful day</title><content type='html'>today cant crawl up, and so skipped school again, heard from xi wen she cant go to jump todae so sy and i did not go either, we went for breakfast then went to jurong's libary,  ( bao did not want to join us she went home for a nap b4 work ) i watched sy played audi for the whole day, then played maple for a while, then joked around with namira a little while i drew della, have an incredibly saltly dinner after that  ( that may be the cause of why i feel so hard to breathe now ), hahahaha found the songs i have been screaching for a long time !!!! wahahah so happy...&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe if the zoo event is still on tmr or not, we are gonna :&lt;br /&gt;have breakfast with ah meng&lt;br /&gt;bathe with the hippos&lt;br /&gt;race with the ostrichs&lt;br /&gt;dance with the snakes&lt;br /&gt;kiss the croco&lt;br /&gt;wash the lion's mane&lt;br /&gt;swim with the penguines&lt;br /&gt;and finally get eaten by the tigers&lt;br /&gt;have to go wash plates now, or me mum will nag on non stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-8427527012187340463?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8427527012187340463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=8427527012187340463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8427527012187340463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/8427527012187340463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/uneventful-day.html' title='an uneventful day'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-2185735175222791417</id><published>2007-07-30T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:55:04.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz</title><content type='html'>arrr just back from work todae !!! so tired after such a long dae, i fell asleep in class today. todae's class is soo fun , angie and chop chop makes me laugh so much namira ur expression is also unforgettable...today someone totally unexpected msn me and said hi, but i did not reply, ya it's HIM heck la bring nothing but trouble, like hell i will fall for u or ur plans again, oh well proberly just wanted to woo bao again, not that i will help him...&lt;br /&gt;brought some sashimi back for papa todae, he brushed his teeth le but his expression told me that he really want to eat. today a really bitchy family came, give us a headache man, he requested for a table seat when we only have counter seats, and ask me to keep a look out for him, hey i did but then the other customer did not want to give up his seat and threathened poor lan that he will complain that we chase him out, chase u out my ass, ur butt is so big even if we heave together u wun bludge an inch, well that's wad he did anyway, then the other customer then came first made a lot of niose they were like where is my seat ? where is the food, must request then the food will come meh ? , not happy dun eat la, u one person have 2 backside meh, seat so big table for wad,,chey... sweet ah bee asked me to go out of the kitchen today the chef jammed big time and he is trying to help... ya this is the time i really curse that i am a free thinker, i have no god to thank his or her benovelance for, becuase whoever or wadever god or devil had been reading my saturdae post had made my dream come true, people choose weekdays to come more often now ah liang is not that happy abt it, he looked ready to kill all those customers who ordered soo much sushi...&lt;br /&gt;ar heck la... tmr have the jump event looking forward...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-2185735175222791417?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2185735175222791417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=2185735175222791417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2185735175222791417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/2185735175222791417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/haiz.html' title='haiz'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-5409662181835499426</id><published>2007-07-29T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:10:49.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 1 plus todae (cause i was so tired naturally by work) partically because of my sis, made lots of noise and mostly&lt;br /&gt;because of the KFC smell... then spend the whole day listening to songs and watchin youtube. no dance for me today, bao did not call me today, sadded, she seemed very down these days, wonder why... went out for dinner with my family today , then the car broke down, lucky us, we are nearby our home, ( my father oringinally wanted to go to somewhere further namely geylang for dinner ) then me and sis walked home, took 40 damn minutes when the walk could be done in say 10 minutes, damn laggy slow snail of a sis, ya it's 10 and i just reached home. well more or less an uneventful day today... yeah !! tmr namira will be in my group, i will make it to school tmr, i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-5409662181835499426?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5409662181835499426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=5409662181835499426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5409662181835499426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/5409662181835499426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/woke-up-at-1-plus-todae-cause-i-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3629694671434924794</id><published>2007-07-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:35:48.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Saturdaes</title><content type='html'>the title says it all, i damn fringging hate saturdaes, why ? because that is when all ppl in singapore is free and i am not that's why damn it , why do ppl have to choose saturdaes to come to eat sushi when they have weekdays ???? now my back hurts , my head ache and i am so drained out... customers are sooo demanding, cant u tell me all ur orders at the same time ??? rather then make me walk up and down soo many times, or at least make up ur mind before u want me to take ur orders???&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happens today, because i am at work the whole day, diana is not here but yan and adeline, yan is soo ostrict even with herself, cant she relax ???&lt;br /&gt;lan went off early without saying gdbye to me...sadded, without lan work seems so saddening... ah bee offered me his dish today ,so sweet of him...everyone went off early today so we have to do closing with yan ( gasps ).&lt;br /&gt;have to go train me account soon or me sis will keep nagging, hope that on monday i can finally get this damn skin thing rite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3629694671434924794?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3629694671434924794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3629694671434924794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3629694671434924794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3629694671434924794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-saturdaes.html' title='I hate Saturdaes'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-3883885921784392359</id><published>2007-07-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:27:42.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MayBe mAybE NoT'/><title type='text'>The emo Day</title><content type='html'>Oh Well today's a new day, dun feel as enthu so yesterday, dunnoe why feel like i have used up most of my energy, i skipped school today, ya cause some problem came up, i cant leave my fren in need, not when she is like that.she dun seem to like her class must, i cant help but feel for her, i spend the whole morning trying to cheer her up. but then she seemed alright l8ter on...after breakfast, well hungry ppl are angry ppl. then i dun noe how but we spend the whole day walking around in lot one. ran into angie on the way, she invited us into her shop, seemed very shiok that her superviser is not there today,  not that i cared her superviser was a total moron anyway,not a bad haul today,i brought a blue and purple nail varish from the shop and shining new blings blings !!! then we went to the libary had lunch with angie to catch up the old times.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's the rain that makes me feel so helpless and moody today, dun even feel like playing maple, just wanna crawl into my bed and disappear from the world, it reminds me of that day, that stupid stupid day that made me feel so sad, but why do you still think of it i dun understand, why did he said that i dun understand either, is this how ppl feel when they are heart broken ? is this torture, when the emotion goes from ur heart to ur brain then to ur eyes ? i dun understand and i dun want to care to understand, twice is more then enough for me... i dun no why i just felt numb to the whole world. but then i still hold onto hope, hoping that someday...someday maybe fate wun be so unkind to me...someday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-3883885921784392359?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3883885921784392359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=3883885921784392359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3883885921784392359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/3883885921784392359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/emo-day.html' title='The emo Day'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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-9155875755247757881.post-6807789096804463440</id><published>2007-07-26T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T04:07:54.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U think ?'/><title type='text'>IT'S THE BIRTH OF MY BLOG !!!</title><content type='html'>yes after going through infinity times of trail and error with the website i finally got wat i am looking foward to ( cant blame me for being a computer idiot cant u )...haha i dont need your help u fringging sista !!! i can do this myself.oh yes yes yes today, what happened todae.....? &lt;br /&gt;oh i was late as usual, dissapointed by the misleading advertisment on the mrt it says food fair, i mean why the heck do you still put it there when it is over, damn got my hopes high. ya then i went to school and saw that namira pon, and that i cant find my group partcially cause i did not come for the last few lessons, ya then during break xj me and jw went down when we started talking about ghost stories ( xj ur experience still freaks me out ) then time dragged slowly past and it was second break.&lt;br /&gt; UFOOOOOOOOOO that is when we went to find the ghost ( i heard that W4's basement toliet is scary ) but then turns out that it is okay nothing eventful happened so we went our way...try to cheer my frenz up during the walk to mrt, both of them had had a hard day in school.. cant blame even i dont have it easy.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but think if my rj is as long as this blog, my marks would haf been fantistic too, but no lazy me have to just write 3 sentence and hand up, when sy was shocked at how short i wrote, i said hey u have 3 paragraph u got B, i haf 3 sentence i haf B wat is the difference ?&lt;br /&gt;sian tmr kumar's class...hope that he went back to india todae, but then IT IS TOO PRIMITIVE to think that way, ha primitive, try stone age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9155875755247757881-6807789096804463440?l=bedofmushroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6807789096804463440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9155875755247757881&amp;postID=6807789096804463440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6807789096804463440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9155875755247757881/posts/default/6807789096804463440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedofmushroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-birth-of-my-blog.html' title='IT&apos;S THE BIRTH OF MY BLOG !!!'/><author><name>Melly Sah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305913226730650541</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>
