<?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-5611297332187701629</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:21:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you MUST know..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611297332187701629.post-2340859408543383186</id><published>2009-08-29T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:04:19.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random : I think I just inspired myself to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. maybe after my finals which should be over in a few weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you then, bloggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-2340859408543383186?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/2340859408543383186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=2340859408543383186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/2340859408543383186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/2340859408543383186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-i-think-i-just-inspired-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-4151013953800677540</id><published>2009-04-23T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:11:08.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BY THE WAAAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;CHEN WEN YIN !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know if you read my blog or not, but if you doooo. haha..&lt;strong&gt;I know what you gossipped about me with your driving instructor..&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;*narrows eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-4151013953800677540?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4151013953800677540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=4151013953800677540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/4151013953800677540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/4151013953800677540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/04/by-waaay.html' title='BY THE WAAAY...'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-3751154646772023294</id><published>2009-04-22T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:56:27.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO, BOREDOM!</title><content type='html'>I'm officially in the middle of study week now. The dining table now looks like the aftermath of a tornado. The wildly strewn papers are the flattened buildings, and my white mug in the middle of the mess - the holy church which survived the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress is extremely slow and the wind is a horrible distraction. The breeze in the apartment is &lt;strong&gt;amazing &lt;/strong&gt;with a capital A everyday, compared to my second home in Sg Long where you sweat the moment you step out of the shower! Everyday of this week, the first thing I do after I brush my teeth is open the front door, the sliding door, and the windows, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLO OXYGEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD be used to this short freedom which I'm supposed to fill with studying. During those secondary school times, we'd just &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt; excuse ourselves from school a few weeks prior to the exams to &lt;em&gt;study.&lt;/em&gt; Which I did. CUZ I WAS SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm just basking in glorious freedom.. mindlessly going through some random notes.. and trying to find absolutely ANYTHING to do besides studying..haha. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Was woken up at 5am or so and heard how the Liverpool vs Arsenal game ended 4-4. And to receive news that Liverpool's at the top of some chart now. EPL?&lt;br /&gt;2. Officially wakes up at 930. Wandered around, carried out normal morning routines.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt; - Made Milo, swallowed primrose oil, had bread.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove to uni to return a book. No parking as usual. Parked at the spot where I got fined. Didnt get fined today.&lt;br /&gt;5. Arrived home safely, studied.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Lunchtime&lt;/strong&gt; - made toast with kaya. Took extra effort to make a nice presentation out of my lunch. Laid a bunch of grapes as side dish. Poured soya bean into white mug. Set on coaster.&lt;br /&gt;7. Decided to give myself a manicure.&lt;br /&gt;8. Slept while waiting for nails to dry.&lt;br /&gt;9. Woke up, blog about manicure.&lt;br /&gt;10. Decides that I'm lifeless &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-3751154646772023294?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3751154646772023294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=3751154646772023294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3751154646772023294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3751154646772023294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-boredom.html' title='HELLO, BOREDOM!'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-6661627635718646943</id><published>2009-04-15T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:56:52.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMAN</title><content type='html'>GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FIRST FINE &lt;u&gt;EVER&lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND ON MY &lt;em&gt;6TH DAY&lt;/em&gt; OF BRINGING THE CAR TO UNI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAAH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stuuuuuuuuuuupid. There goes my favourite parking spot.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, I supposed it cant be a parking spot anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-6661627635718646943?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6661627635718646943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=6661627635718646943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/6661627635718646943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/6661627635718646943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/04/saman.html' title='SAMAN'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-3344893987246936201</id><published>2009-04-13T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:48:10.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS</title><content type='html'>This is officially the 13th week of me being here in UTAR. Study week commences next week, and then all hell would break loose in the week after that when the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS START&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I have not started studying. My CGPA is going DOOOOWWWWNNNN.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So much for banishing procrastination from my system&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exams, it would be the short break, then a new semester starts, 6 new subjects, 6 new assignments, 6 new exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I digress. I had a wonderfully weird dream last night which involved a lotta running, a lotta Amanda Quah, and some &lt;em&gt;flying KL Twin Towers&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how the beginning went, but the whole thing took place at night. There was an overnight party which involved a lotta people I didnt recognize, but Manda was constantly at my side. The scene shifts, and I'm running down marble stairs, pass a quiet lounge, and an empty information counter, the entire time in semi-darkness. Amanda Quah still my loyal running-in-darkness companion. At some point in the dream, I realised that we were running to find a perfect spot to view the 'launching' of the KL Twin Towers. When we did, we were standing together behind a giant glass window, and the Twin Towers were in front of us, completely lighted up. Before I knew it, one of the Towers took off.. As in &lt;strong&gt;ROCKET LAUNCHED OFF&lt;/strong&gt; the ground. Lights and all. Minus the fiery explosion that's supposed to happen during a rocket launch. Soon after, &lt;strong&gt;THE OTHER ONE TOOK OFF TOO&lt;/strong&gt;.. And both of us were just standing there in awe. I think the scene shifted again and this time, I was alone and clinging ON one of the towers. But I woke up and that was the end of the dream. Haha. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it gave me something to blog about =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - Manda, here's a bonus point. We werent sweating nor panting after all that work out. Plus, were running in party dresses and fancy hells. How's that for elegant? haha. I think we were semi-vampires too because of that. Semi, cuz we werent running still we were a blur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-3344893987246936201?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3344893987246936201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=3344893987246936201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3344893987246936201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3344893987246936201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams.html' title='DREAMS'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-7507330132054677160</id><published>2009-04-02T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:46:54.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Misperception</title><content type='html'>As of late, people have randomly been striking up conversations with me and it made me feel wary at first (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, mostly because some of them are pretty &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; people. What? AS IF any of them are planning to hand over his fortune to me anytime soon. I mean, why on earth do they talk to me? To butter me up and then kidnap me?&lt;/span&gt;) but I got used to the feeling of wanting to take flight at every new sentence during those conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have YET to get used to is that, somewhere in the middle of those conversations, they give away the fact that &lt;strong&gt;they think I'm not as old as I look&lt;/strong&gt;. So I guess the kidnapping theory is still there. But maybe they just want me to be involved in some pre-arranged marriage with one of their grandsons. LOL! I'm such an exaggerater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been &lt;u&gt;5 incidents&lt;/u&gt; so far whereby I've been thought to be younger than me real age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - In the gym, when Azira, a 14 yo girl who lives in the next block came up to me and asked me how old I was. She wore the face of pure shock when I told her my age, saying I look 15! Dammit. Please note that I thought SHE looked 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd - The man who lives on the 17th floor whom I met in the lift after gym, who striked a friendly conversation about the gym, asked if the air conditioning there was working, told me he has never utilised it, and then asked me if I usually go there after SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd - The real estate agent who -while waiting for my mom to finish scouting one of the rooms-quietly asked me which SCHOOL I go to. Said she thought I looked more of a Fourth or Fifth Former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th - The business man who lives on the 21st floor and apparently comes back only once every few months, -a piece of information derived from a lift convo- asked me about SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th - The salesman in Pavillion - SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there something about my face that makes me look like a kid? The way I carry myself? The way I talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Talk about irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E-I-G-H-T-E-E-N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, people!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok well, 17 and a half would be more precise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-7507330132054677160?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7507330132054677160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=7507330132054677160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/7507330132054677160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/7507330132054677160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/04/age-misperception.html' title='Age Misperception'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-3202117618282555310</id><published>2009-03-25T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:54:37.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its only wednesday so far, but it somehow feels like weeks have gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been crazy. Things aren't so good. And to top it off, i've just witnessed an accident at the junciton outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Missing the babes back home. Didnt talk much with them when i last met them during Compsquad competition last saturday. We need a compensation, you hear??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a special shoutout to charlene tan. Give yourself time n leave the rest to God. He'll work everything out. You'll be fine =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-3202117618282555310?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3202117618282555310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=3202117618282555310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3202117618282555310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3202117618282555310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-only-wednesday-so-far-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-3537895443527987806</id><published>2009-03-16T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:57:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title (a suggestion frm a nutcase)</title><content type='html'>this is horrible. Its the season of Lent. And I've just blew A LOTTA cash last night at KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FIONA IS STARING AT ME BLOG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAYS SHE'LL BE uh.. DICTATING IT..whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230 bucks. blown on long tops with hoodies, shocking pink shirts, and happy ballet flats. And the Crocs are still hanging on the walls, yet to be puchased. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh mighty eviilll&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for the 10A1's and the friggin B3. Though you could've probably warned me against taking Literature. Thanks anyways! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that cheeky lil girl&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand. Redeemed a car for her results. Wooo!! Now we can widen our lunching area. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.  ok, class in 5. Till later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-3537895443527987806?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3537895443527987806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=3537895443527987806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3537895443527987806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3537895443527987806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-title-suggestion-frm-nutcase.html' title='No Title (a suggestion frm a nutcase)'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-7859883939131769557</id><published>2009-03-11T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:06:29.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>oh trust me, i did try blogging. But either the mojo evaporates the moment i make contact with the keyboard.. or.. Facebook gets the better of me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well, waddya miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinese New Year (pics are in Blogger but uncaptioned and probably too old to be legally posted up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Manda's return home from National Service Phase One (she's already back for good so whats the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Valentine's Day (well spent at home, thank you very much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My 1st driving experience (i passed the test already! Watch out yall, one mean driver comin' right up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the rest is history. I missed Sports Day, in which the Grey Lady removed tarik tali, the long runs, and the high jumps due to a case of it being too ungirly?? Still the same ol' Grey Lady that i remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPM results out tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO IT.  I have this somewhat jittery feeling about it. Hopefully i didnt screw it up THAT bad k! =)  The only part that compensates how freaked out i am about it is that im going to be meeting up with the good ol people again. O yea, its gonne be one extremely emotional roller coaster ride tmr, just you see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda just got back. cant wait to meet her!! Its been MONTHS! This is the woman who i used complain about seeing her 6 days a week every week. Now.. haha! I take it back, manda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoeb. appears to have died(well, her phone certainly has). Apparently has never heard of landlines, have you, Phoeb? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tun. Last caught texting while learning how to drive. Typical. Dahlah cannot reach the pedals down there.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renu. Has recently managed to snag a 5 year old admirer. Congrats! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to those bound to collect the Cert Of The Future tomorrow. And to many of those out there who are awaiting their turn in the seat next to one of the JPJ dudes. I pray you don't get one mighty PMS-ed girl stuck in a male body. They freaky, i cant tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;GOOD LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-7859883939131769557?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7859883939131769557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=7859883939131769557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/7859883939131769557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/7859883939131769557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/03/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-7324149594915869122</id><published>2009-01-31T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:13:03.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shortie..</title><content type='html'>.....for the girls in this picture who wants this picture asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SYRbIAw9miI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-jMOfy1h9gM/s1600-h/P1301890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297459254896990754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SYRbIAw9miI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-jMOfy1h9gM/s320/P1301890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little gathering with the old mates yesterday. McD for dinner, Bride Wars for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY pics up later. too many, too big, too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-7324149594915869122?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7324149594915869122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=7324149594915869122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/7324149594915869122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/7324149594915869122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/shortie.html' title='A Shortie..'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SYRbIAw9miI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-jMOfy1h9gM/s72-c/P1301890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611297332187701629.post-6154334266527819687</id><published>2009-01-22T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:30:00.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Ways To Know If University Is Your Thaaang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can speak/understand the university language. eg :&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need to meet Jian in PE now.. see you guys in front of 008, k?&lt;/span&gt;" or&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You're in TA 1 or TA 2? You're in B?!! oh sorry.&lt;/span&gt;." OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"DSA is in L3 PD Block, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You've walked from one block to another several times over and timed yourself. Hence, you're able to allocate sufficient time to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the distance given last minute circumstances. &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; make it to class right in time. In under 4 minutes (would've been 3 if &lt;em&gt;CARMEN..&lt;/em&gt; didnt press the wrong lift button...) when it would've taken 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If the library suddenly seems like a cooooool place to be in.... AND you know how to read the codes on the shelves and find the books that you want! AND the librarian is actually on good terms with you!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does teaching me personally how to use the uni online library thing count?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're are able to grasp a subject more firmly (applies to guys mostly) if the lecturer uses examples like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;condoms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to make you remember facts. eg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Given you're the buyer, if the prices of &lt;strong&gt;condoms&lt;/strong&gt; are expected to rise in future, would the demand be less or more now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  You have high resistance to cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-6154334266527819687?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6154334266527819687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=6154334266527819687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/6154334266527819687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/6154334266527819687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/good.html' title='The Good'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-9198388243950602790</id><published>2009-01-21T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:02:01.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School!</title><content type='html'>So I *did* go to Uni in the end.... after a whole procession on hold-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not &lt;em&gt;fated &lt;/em&gt;to join UTAR. Haha. First the late registration, then my allergy, and now... my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. MY SHOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So due to a broken sole, I've confined myself to the same building where I study instead of going out for lunch with my friends =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view, I see... a guy logging into Blogger (high five, bro!), a girl absorbed in an online game of some sort... some bunch of nerds are contemplating if they should insert a smiley into some online message, and I'm pretty sure I'm being watched by the person behind me. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day here yesterday and I already had a presentation to do. In my English tutorial, the lecturer went  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok 1 minute! Pick a topic! Anything that has substance and info. Only leave the room if you have a topic. Proceed to Internet lab. Do your research. 30mins! Last one out, first one to present!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;She's pretty fun actually, excluding her last sentence. And my topic? WEDDINGS. Yea what the hell.. My poor blank head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my second day already and I am not regretting ANYTHING! This is SO. MUCH. FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. except for the part where my shoe broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are the bomb! The air-conditioning system is too good (read : I freeze half to dead most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand I shall go off to my next classs... now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-9198388243950602790?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/9198388243950602790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=9198388243950602790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/9198388243950602790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/9198388243950602790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School!'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-8432986188323000803</id><published>2009-01-19T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:21:02.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY, 18 JAN &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;em&gt;*scratch scratch*&lt;/em&gt; "Omg..." &lt;em&gt;*yawn&lt;/em&gt;*, "What is this bloody itch?!" &lt;em&gt;*scratch scratch* *falls right back to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.30 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;em&gt;*scratch&lt;/em&gt;* "Damned! Stupid mosquito's..." &lt;em&gt;*turns over and falls back to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.30 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : wakes up to get ready for church. Neck was itching like nobody's business as well as my legs and arms. I had hives ALL over my body. It was red and hideous and I was wondering how I'm to show up at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the itchiness subsided while I was in church. Else I'd be twitching and squirming all throughout mass. Located my saviour (in 2 different ways but only he would understand the 2nd one), Fred after church. He managed to decipher my heavily coded uni timetable for me as I had classes the next day. THANK YOU FREDDEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, the itch began to unveil its hideous head once again. So to distract myself, I picked up a book to read and managed to fall into a calm (and itch numbing) slumber till 6PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment my mind reclaimed consciousness... FU-YOH.. you cannot imagine how I looked like. The hives had spread to my FACE! While I was asleep! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THOSE NASTY SLY THINGS&lt;/span&gt;! So I was all poofy and red. And not to forget, very &lt;em&gt;itchy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom suspected bedbugs or something so she put my bedsheets in to wash. And both of us hurried out to find a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Sunday night. At 8PM. &lt;em&gt;Yeah right&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We searched and searched and couldnt find a single doctor nearby (my mom's regular one was closed), much less an open one. &lt;em&gt;I literally had to use my thumb and forefingers to force my swollen eyelids open.&lt;/em&gt; Seriously. It was so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Luck finally gave up bullying us and as we turned a corner in Sea Park, there stood &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AN OPEN CLINIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cue a singing choir of angels* *oh, and some great spotlight from above the clinic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was how it looked to me at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc was a man in his fifties. Rough and impatient. And didnt explain anything until we asked him questions. I spent 30 minutes looking for his clinic and was in there for only 3. Internal allergy. Pills, calamine lotion. Now bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! Anyways, I sapu-ed Calamine lotion all over to sooth the itchiness and downed his pills at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I succumbed to drowsiness at 10.30, sooooo hoping it would die down so I could attend uni to next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY, 19 JAN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;( UNI DAY!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such luck. Woke up at 6.45AM to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;My body felt as if it was weighed down with a hundred metal balls.&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids felt as if they were filled with lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in NO condition to step into the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom brought me to her regular doctor at 10AM. The itching has RECEDED! But my eyes were still practically swollen shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for uni. &lt;em&gt;*sighs&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc was an indian woman who, at first sight at me went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"HI there! You look like Garfield!!".&lt;/span&gt; Haha. She was friendly and seemed to be a very close friend of moms'. Her office was painted orange and yellow. So was the rest of the clinic. It was so bright and happy!! I like!! And she had a zillion pictures stuck on her walls and even had this furry thing clinging on to her stethoscope. You're just forced to be a kid again in there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me I was allergic to something and made me work my half-dead brain to recall my Saturday afternoon on whether I had consumed or done something outta the ordinary. Nope, I hadn't done any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN CAME THE HORRIBLE JAB. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I didnt faint before or during the jab. OR AFTER. Like, how does it make sense to faint AFTER it? What's the point huh *&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;CHONG&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;*?? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now, and the hives have gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNI, HERE I COMEEEEEEE!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.....One week &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; one day late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-8432986188323000803?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/8432986188323000803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=8432986188323000803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/8432986188323000803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/8432986188323000803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-itch.html' title='The Great Itch'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-5218450966586463344</id><published>2009-01-16T17:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:20:00.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got in from bathing Joy (the DOG ,in case you didnt know!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are wet and my fingers feel like they dont have a grip anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUT, Joy's all clean and smells of soap now. Just the way I like it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give Joy a bath&lt;/strong&gt;. CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadow&lt;/em&gt;, however... ran away as fast as he could. That smart dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food? At this time of the day? He's no fool. Even went as far as to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;step on the grass&lt;/span&gt; to escape my grasp (He don't do grass, man. Im serious. But that was an emergency.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give Shadow a bath.&lt;/strong&gt; ...geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets aside, I've already packed half my stuff for college. That's it, baby.. IM MOVIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cleaning up my closet pays. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a stash of hidden loot I've completely forgotten about! I'm rich again! hehe. Only temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my rooom =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SXBNEjPxaiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ekubQSgwxEY/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291814302736542242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SXBNEjPxaiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ekubQSgwxEY/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite.. I forgot to make my bed. Remind me to do that before I leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I'm staying at the apartment, I'm assigning myself to accomplish a few goals. A resolution list that &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; work this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa's Score Sheet #09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Regain physical strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Venue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Apartment Gym/ Swimming Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My weakness IS my weakness. I can only manage a measly ONE QUARTER of a bucket of water from the back of my house to the front without puttin the pail down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ace college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : I wonderr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's high time I put some serious effort into studying. No more procrastination. Period. Time to shine, people! In the nerding department, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Keep in touch with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Venue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : the small screen aka CELLPHONES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't wanna be loosing anymore friends now, do I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Keep a loooooow profile in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No more attracting weirdo's whom I don't even know. Especially ones who force cellphone numbers out of you. And then message you on an hourly basis despite not gettin a reply. AND THEN FREAKIN USE THEIR HOUSE PHONE TO CALL YOU TO CHECK IF YOU'RE ALIVE, HANG UP AFTER GETTING A "HELLO?", AND CONTINUE SMS-ING YOU AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED.. Get a life (and a hint &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;a brain) lah dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Read more of the Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Besides keeping in touch with your friends, you gotta keep in touch with God too, right? It's only fair considering what He did for us. Allocate a few minutes everyday. Plus it's free! Won't be needing Active10 for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, that's all that's at the top of my head right now. Hopefully they'll stick! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Off to hunt for more treasures in my drawers now! Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps &lt;/strong&gt;- To my dear friends.. It's really been a while since I saw you guys. And I'd really appreciate it if y'all (especially those lazy bums whose only activity is to rot at home) organiiiiiseeeee (remember this word?) SOMETHINGGG (like a movie/shopping) where we ALL (Lilian Renu Reen Phoeb Ng Chong Tun MANDA Kim Lene Flynn and others who I've accidently have not mentioned) can get &lt;em&gt;togetheeerrr.&lt;/em&gt; Get the troops back again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-5218450966586463344?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/5218450966586463344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=5218450966586463344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/5218450966586463344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/5218450966586463344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/shifting-places.html' title='Shifting Places'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SXBNEjPxaiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ekubQSgwxEY/s72-c/IMG_1526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611297332187701629.post-410260728138493533</id><published>2009-01-14T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:50:11.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surabaya, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Location : Surabaya, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Date of arrival :28th December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of arrival : 9pm or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the time we arrived, didnt do much except have dinner for the second time (MAS served us dinner too, on the plane. Sucked!) and settled down in our little villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wholeeee famlay was there already! And there were so many of us, we ended up renting lk..5 or 6 villas (?) altogether. And they were all on the same road! Think us on Wisteria Lane!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;29th December 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls shopped. The men golfed from 6am till mid afternoon. Girls went for a facial. Boys went swimming or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, this holiday wasn't much of a thriller. Its focused more on relaxation.. which was nice for a change! Had a lovely dinner at the hotel restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW2NDEcx81I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Gp7ql27tnlk/s1600-h/n502887427_1414097_7068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291040221103780690" style="width: 209px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW2NDEcx81I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Gp7ql27tnlk/s320/n502887427_1414097_7068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 kids who love the camera and 1 kid who doesnt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zrZbWNnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tbPi2HsIMM0/s1600-h/n502887427_1414084_3401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291012326627358322" style="width: 320px; height: 172px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zrZbWNnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tbPi2HsIMM0/s320/n502887427_1414084_3401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;full and satisfied family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zrrFexwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MJohuGiypQc/s1600-h/n502887427_1414086_3891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291012331367483138" style="width: 320px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zrrFexwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MJohuGiypQc/s320/n502887427_1414086_3891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheryl = STACKED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then the gambling started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyUFGjfy1I/AAAAAAAAADM/JSU2kIP9lg0/s1600-h/PC291951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290766477633243986" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyUFGjfy1I/AAAAAAAAADM/JSU2kIP9lg0/s320/PC291951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aiyee Jane : "Come O luck, come to meeeee..."&lt;br /&gt;Unc Niwat : *yess yess.. SCORE! Uh oh. There goes my poker face!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW2NrMx-V5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/uMeBRjyQu8g/s1600-h/PC291958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291040910534924178" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW2NrMx-V5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/uMeBRjyQu8g/s320/PC291958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check out how red he is after his golf! Talk about being sunburned..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyUEiUyemI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AfEqR2afgdk/s1600-h/PC291948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290766467907877474" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyUEiUyemI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AfEqR2afgdk/s320/PC291948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just as you thought sunburns dont get any worse... (and liqour wasnt involved either)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017941461191490" style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW14yOUDS0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/OWWLRGx9bvE/s320/n502887427_1414112_1787.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the many expressions of a human face in a single shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyaUx_sGII/AAAAAAAAADc/jGn6lpR89lI/s1600-h/PC291952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290773344062019714" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyaUx_sGII/AAAAAAAAADc/jGn6lpR89lI/s320/PC291952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;poker spectators.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290773341879728130" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyaUp3Y-AI/AAAAAAAAADU/-2Js40b2s_8/s320/PC291956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..when you get bored of the game, read a book!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyUEzIQwDI/AAAAAAAAADE/lwuSqFCb_jk/s1600-h/PC291949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290766472418738226" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyUEzIQwDI/AAAAAAAAADE/lwuSqFCb_jk/s320/PC291949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And gramps took it home by the millions! literally&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zruWpJJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Ml6Q9PDo34/s1600-h/n502887427_1414119_4048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291012332244771986" style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zruWpJJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Ml6Q9PDo34/s320/n502887427_1414119_4048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the fan club on the sidelines!&lt;/p&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyaV-pzGqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5Xmq5eXrN_I/s1600-h/PC291961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290773364639734434" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyaV-pzGqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5Xmq5eXrN_I/s320/PC291961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;random pic of Mr I-used-the-doormat-as-a-towel-because-I-couldnt-find-one. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;30th December 2008&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played tennis and ping pong. Shopped. Men were off golfing again. Girls went for a mani/pedi. Had chinese dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is PURE. coincidence. Her mom bought me that dress a year ago for my xmas present. She has the same thing! I packed it because it was light and wont crease. She probably thought so too. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyaVagPQTI/AAAAAAAAADs/2rbnsvefe5M/s1600-h/IMG_4315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290773354935959858" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyaVagPQTI/AAAAAAAAADs/2rbnsvefe5M/s320/IMG_4315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kev, Luc, Nick, and Cheryl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zrL43nUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hL9J04MoIgo/s1600-h/n502887427_1414201_8378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291012322993085762" style="width: 320px; height: 187px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zrL43nUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hL9J04MoIgo/s320/n502887427_1414201_8378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;females cousins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zrTADAnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qki0einKY9I/s1600-h/n502887427_1414180_2290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291012324902240882" style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1zrTADAnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qki0einKY9I/s320/n502887427_1414180_2290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;typical Kevin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;31st December 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyc8G0wcXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E0CMA3ecN5E/s1600-h/PC311984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290776218691465586" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyc8G0wcXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E0CMA3ecN5E/s320/PC311984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW2NDYCVjrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p8XxDKaqwV0/s1600-h/PC311985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291040226361577138" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW2NDYCVjrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p8XxDKaqwV0/s320/PC311985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We booked the poolside for our New Year's party. And it was so much fun. We donned our party dresses and picked up some trumpets and party hats. There was karaoke, and pool. And the food was aweesome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyocNzgM7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xu_O03qGfSQ/s1600-h/PC312008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290788864948974514" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyocNzgM7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xu_O03qGfSQ/s320/PC312008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyobs2FsHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/z9VWy8rYEkE/s1600-h/PC312007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290788856101449842" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyobs2FsHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/z9VWy8rYEkE/s320/PC312007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;camwhores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We also celebrated my granparents &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;golden anniversary&lt;/span&gt;... How nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW14yO0ZWWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IL0L8V2BYMQ/s1600-h/n502887427_1414556_3079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017941596854626" style="width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW14yO0ZWWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IL0L8V2BYMQ/s320/n502887427_1414556_3079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Celebrities! and still looking cute together!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW14yS2vRbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eMmTKXRvKfc/s1600-h/n502887427_1415262_119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017942680421810" style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW14yS2vRbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eMmTKXRvKfc/s320/n502887427_1415262_119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW14yU9M_mI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wNGi8-Ywb98/s1600-h/n502887427_1415254_7949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017943244406370" style="width: 221px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW14yU9M_mI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wNGi8-Ywb98/s320/n502887427_1415254_7949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pro. period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1tlFGnv0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dNAlZbemw_E/s1600-h/PC312015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005621022736194" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1tlFGnv0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dNAlZbemw_E/s320/PC312015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't mess with the Karaoke Moms. They bite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW14yQm6cBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5Q_r752NAsg/s1600-h/n502887427_1414559_3779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017942077173778" style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW14yQm6cBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5Q_r752NAsg/s320/n502887427_1414559_3779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in ascending order. L-R : baby of the family, 3rd child, 2nd child, 1st child, parents! LOL...children...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyoak3lmfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M26hmB1d4ww/s1600-h/PC311996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290788836780382706" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyoak3lmfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M26hmB1d4ww/s320/PC311996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;loves ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyc8tt-xjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eJpIAo6nfOE/s1600-h/PC311989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290776229132027442" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyc8tt-xjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eJpIAo6nfOE/s320/PC311989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1tlm5D5KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R7mYTusAuNg/s1600-h/PC312022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005630092666018" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1tlm5D5KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R7mYTusAuNg/s320/PC312022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st January 2009 (departure day)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left for the airport around 7.30am.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1tmFLadHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OnAYW3wf9J8/s1600-h/PC312029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005638222705778" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW1tmFLadHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OnAYW3wf9J8/s320/PC312029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now that's wat I call value for your money.It was a FULL packet of chips! Only available in Indon airports. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that wraps up my belated Surabaya post. Hope you guys had fun laughing at my hair/face. Pick on Kevin instead ok? haha&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyUEdacbOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6HtavL2CR3M/s1600-h/PC241946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290766466589420770" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SWyUEdacbOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6HtavL2CR3M/s320/PC241946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Manda and I after Christmas midnight mass. I miss her! Glad she's having fun in NS thou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;/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/5611297332187701629-410260728138493533?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/410260728138493533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=410260728138493533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/410260728138493533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/410260728138493533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/surabaya-baby.html' title='Surabaya, baby!'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SW2NDEcx81I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Gp7ql27tnlk/s72-c/n502887427_1414097_7068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611297332187701629.post-2548526959562991871</id><published>2009-01-12T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:12:42.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christine, on my new hair... when we bumped into each other in the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;christine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh my goodness!! I didnt recognize you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*looks at HER permed and high-lighted hair* I didnt recognize YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey, at least *I* still have my face ok!... YOU don't even have a face anymore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a first..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-2548526959562991871?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/2548526959562991871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=2548526959562991871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/2548526959562991871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/2548526959562991871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/christine-on-my-new-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-4615200171762075561</id><published>2009-01-09T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:02:00.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4TH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; JANUARY '09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REGISTRATION OF NEW STUDENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Collection of T-shirt, folder and Goodies: you are required to produce your receipt of fees payment to the Officer-in-charge&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - VIDEO PRESENTATION , GET TO KNOW: UTAR Library, Information &amp;amp; Communication Technology Centre and Dept of Student Affairs (DSA) , &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ORIENTATION&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BRIEFING &amp;amp; MEETING UP WITH STUDENT REPRESENTATIVES&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am - CAMPUS ADJUSTMENT TALK&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - BRIEFING OF DIRECTOR &amp;amp; HEADS OF DEPARTMENTS&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm - WELCOME AND MASS CALL&lt;em&gt; This session includes the President's welcome address and meeting up with Senior University Officials&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm - SOFT SKILL TALK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; JANUARY '09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8:30 am - 11:30 pm - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ICE-BREAKING AND TELE-MATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It is unlike anything you have experienced! It is entertainment, it is fun, and it is the perfect way to make new friends. Please wear sports attire and bring along an extra T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;12:30 pm - 2:30 pm - CAREER TALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa WHOA WHOOOAAA! Did I just miss registration, orientation AND ice-breaking? But but... the freakin guy said it starts on the 12th! By 'it', obviously my dad assumed that included everything like orientation and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just HAVE to love miscommunications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't start on the 12th, actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CUZ I HAVE NOT REGISTERED YET AND MY OFFER LETTER DOES NOT EXIST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you understand how last minute this whole thing is? I'm stuck in this muddle but I just cant wait to start! This has got to be an interesting journey. A fresh new start with new people and new subjects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, till I start college&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-4615200171762075561?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4615200171762075561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=4615200171762075561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/4615200171762075561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/4615200171762075561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-what-4th-january-09-830-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-4374022384261800646</id><published>2009-01-07T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:06:24.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing I Hate About Decisions..</title><content type='html'>..is that you have to make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~********************~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've achieved a milestone in my life yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I figured out what I want to do in the future&lt;/strong&gt;. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know most people already have their dreams and ambitions stacked up in a neat pile by the time they graduate from high school. And this can hardly be considered a milestone to them. But time flew in such a hurry that I seemed to have too little time to be exposed to what each career offers. And I got stuck when I was finally asked to decide what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I did constantly ask my father throughout Form5 on what I should do after high school. Never got proper reply. It was always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Wait for results,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Then after I get my results?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Talk about that later la, get your results first,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have since changed and &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; has become of utmost importance. Suddenly, he wants me to move faster and start college NOW. asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind, but so many decisions were being pushed into my face. I've decided to do a Foundation in Arts. Fine, decided &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now, shall I do it in the Ampang campus or the Petaling Jaya campus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;AMPANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Get to be in the comfort of home everyday. But required to travel by train AND bus to AND fro everyday. Safety and comfort of myself reduced to negative value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Have apartment. Have car. 5 mins away from campus. But will feel &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; bad for leavin Sg Long household all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that. The Problem has not come to a conclusion yet. Another heart-flippin decisidon to make. All in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention college starts on January the 12th? Im STILL undecided. And it's already the 6th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - Surabaya post is still on hold. Laptop is too much of a slowpoke to be uploading pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-4374022384261800646?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4374022384261800646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=4374022384261800646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/4374022384261800646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/4374022384261800646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/thing-i-hate-about-decisions.html' title='The Thing I Hate About Decisions..'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-7548983080366152279</id><published>2009-01-05T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:51:43.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Everybody Else Goes Back To School..</title><content type='html'>So, its been out with the old '08 and in with a brand spankin new '09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES I REALISED THAT HAPPENED 4 DAYS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my computer has proven itself unloyal to its master and refuses to connect to the internet whereas the 4 year old laptop still manages to snag those amazing router signals. Old ye faithful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all my X'mas and Surabaya pictures are in the computer. So, once that gets hooked up, I'll show you how my holiday went! Cant wait! It was such a food haven! And I drove a buggy! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;oh yeah big deal, melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm Up To Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Obviously, waiting for my SPM results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-in the midst of a dilemma in what course I want to take up. I have -pathetically- no ambition whatsoever. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-lounging around the house reading books mostly borrowed from mom(So far 2 of Jeffrey Archer's books revolved around LAW..is that a sign?! Or does ALL of his works involve crazy lawsuits?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I give up. I sat for awhile thinking what I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; up to now and came up blank. This is horrendous! Not a good start for a bright future, definitely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.......not ALL hope is lost yet. I have ALMOST gotten my L license. The 5 hour course was crazy boring. I lost what the guy was trying say after he mention the R word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radiators&lt;/strong&gt;. Where would the world be without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently if there's too much engine oil, you have to unscrew some nut under the car to let the oil flow out. Hmm.. I should put that on this year's resolution list. &lt;em&gt;"Lie on a skateboard and roll under a car to unscrew a nut".&lt;/em&gt; That should be an experience.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Undang test was even worse. I'll just warn you &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to go on a holiday, else you'd end up waiting the whole day for your turn. Literally. The test went smooth and I went home victorious. 49 over 50 babeeh!! I shall now proceed to pray my luck doesnt turn a full one-eighty in the other direction for the reaaaal drivin test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : my fish gave birth again (rejoice for new life on earth!)...and I dont know why Im telling you this. I TOLD you I've nothing to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-7548983080366152279?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7548983080366152279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=7548983080366152279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/7548983080366152279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/7548983080366152279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-everybody-else-goes-back-to-school.html' title='When Everybody Else Goes Back To School..'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-4912786469107203356</id><published>2008-12-16T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:16:03.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What would you do.. if someone you trusted your heart with threw it out the window in a moment of confusion. If it landed in a rose bush. If he recollected himself enough to go retrieve the heart. If a part of it got snagged against a thorn when he carried it out and became permanently disattached. If he surrenderred the heart back to you but kept the torn piece. What would you do to get that piece back? Do you even want it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forget it. I got it back already, whether I like it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-4912786469107203356?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4912786469107203356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=4912786469107203356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/4912786469107203356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/4912786469107203356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-would-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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-5611297332187701629.post-3200600541576432007</id><published>2008-12-16T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:07:15.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Animal Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7efNJ_MI/AAAAAAAAACc/l8GscCSKoNg/s1600-h/IMG_1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279902639353101506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7efNJ_MI/AAAAAAAAACc/l8GscCSKoNg/s320/IMG_1408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it is not a sperm. It's our brand new addition to my family! BABY FISHES! One of my two existing adult guppies gave birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They join the animal clan in my home consisting of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Guppy Mom and Guppy Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- their elder 1 month old guppy siblings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- that scary monster of a fighting fish in the same pond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- 2 more fighting fishes who float around in cookie containers inside the pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7JHA2RMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dxKjuEiIp3E/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279902272081773762" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7JHA2RMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dxKjuEiIp3E/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Protector of them all, Shadow (crap. I left his tail out in the picture!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7Jl93EEI/AAAAAAAAACM/oY_--m6oTwc/s1600-h/PB171920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279902280390742082" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7Jl93EEI/AAAAAAAAACM/oY_--m6oTwc/s320/PB171920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;useless jiggly lump of fat &lt;/s&gt;the adorable separuh jalan labrador retriever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7J2RWlcI/AAAAAAAAACU/8Sa1N0AobGk/s1600-h/PB171930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279902284767466946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7J2RWlcI/AAAAAAAAACU/8Sa1N0AobGk/s320/PB171930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the carrot coloured baby rabbit! Check out that tuft of hair on its head! Lucas calls it the 'rockstar' hair. Thus, the name Osbourne! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7JUv4zTI/AAAAAAAAACE/8kJNGxdjQOY/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279902275768732978" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7JUv4zTI/AAAAAAAAACE/8kJNGxdjQOY/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeeeaap, thats a carrot for you! Dad started planting some in our garden for the rabbits.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ive actually never ever seen a real carrot growing in my entire life until now. And I still dont get how they reproduce. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-3200600541576432007?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3200600541576432007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=3200600541576432007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3200600541576432007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/3200600541576432007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-it-is-not-sperm.html' title='Mini Animal Kingdom'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUX7efNJ_MI/AAAAAAAAACc/l8GscCSKoNg/s72-c/IMG_1408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611297332187701629.post-6739606873598747211</id><published>2008-12-14T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:25:53.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Happier Note..</title><content type='html'>It's been roughly 20 days since I last saw most of my friends in school. I remember so clearly, all of us sitting in the pavillion, frantically flipping through our Physics notes and whatnots. Crazy crazy time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more last minute studying ever. AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 nights ago, a few friends gathered at Phoeb's place - its become somewhat a customary reunion spot - for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing was, I was actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fearing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a food fight. All this while, I've been throwing myself - willingly - into the heart of the disaster. This time, I was cringing at the prospect of our barbeque going wrong. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to imagine the outbreak, really. After all the barbeques' we've had together, none of us have gotten the hang of dining etiquette. And trust me, the food fight can get REAAAALLYY nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUTkgQiVzsI/AAAAAAAAABs/zPzcdwLqi00/s1600-h/sleepover+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279595906031013570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUTkgQiVzsI/AAAAAAAAABs/zPzcdwLqi00/s400/sleepover+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And another :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUTkgPq8xdI/AAAAAAAAABk/cD_J3X1H5P0/s1600-h/PB140908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279595905798686162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUTkgPq8xdI/AAAAAAAAABk/cD_J3X1H5P0/s400/PB140908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It. Is. Madness.. ok? I have a clear recollection of me and Manda hunting Esther down around the bungalow and squirting honey and barbeque sauce at her while she rolled on the grass. Good times, good times.. Esther must be cursing like hell if she stumbles upon this. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So... having no intentions of participating in another barbaric act, I put on a pristine white top. A clear siren that no one should attack me. Also brought a camera for a shield. I mean, you dont throw chicken blood and butter at a camera, right? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The 'barbeque' turned out to be a perfectly safe after all. Completely free of mad-eyed teenagers throwing food at each other. We just hung out and caught up with each other, which felt nice after so long of not seeing them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And bloody hell, most of them have already gotten their arses into the driver's seat of a MOVING vehicle. They all survived it unscathed, by the way. Which is a good sign. It cant be THAT hard..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUT1QvYBGbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/A3vp0bdWRms/s1600-h/PC121939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279614331128977842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUT1QvYBGbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/A3vp0bdWRms/s320/PC121939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;top : Lillian, Kim, me, Manda, Reen, Lene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bottom: Ferlynne, Chong, Ng, Phoeb (best host ever!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611297332187701629-6739606873598747211?l=jadynosaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6739606873598747211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611297332187701629&amp;postID=6739606873598747211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/6739606873598747211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611297332187701629/posts/default/6739606873598747211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynosaurus.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-happier-note.html' title='On A Happier Note..'/><author><name>Melissa !!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15992895700884488740</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/_Mv1NSB0TtGY/SUTkgQiVzsI/AAAAAAAAABs/zPzcdwLqi00/s72-c/sleepover+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
