<?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-4976145401052012830</id><updated>2011-12-09T15:38:16.778+08:00</updated><category term='Trust is just a word.'/><title type='text'>Margarita</title><subtitle type='html'>3:2:1 tequila: cointreau: juice</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-99714159011661868</id><published>2011-06-27T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:29:13.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing changes</title><content type='html'>A man sees what he wants to see, believes what he wants to believe, and creating all kinds of chaos and means of destruction to the planet we call Earth. Haven't we had enough of all the chaos' that arises due to works of a human mind? Or a human's self interest? ...the list goes on and on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selfishness is a bad habit and bad habits are hard to die. Bringing on together in life will only kill innocence and also the ones you love. Sadly, for most of those who do not have loved ones, feels like they have got nothing to lose in life and hence, act of selfishness. Going on and on will not make a change, talking will not change, money will only make things worse. Only God can see through this poor souls and help them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, we all will continue leaving in misery of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-99714159011661868?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/99714159011661868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=99714159011661868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/99714159011661868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/99714159011661868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothing-changes.html' title='Nothing changes'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-2499857020906252137</id><published>2011-06-10T01:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:24:47.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then again, it's been a while now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could this be just another stopping by, for once and there it is, left idle for god knows how long more? So many things has happened to my life, now and then I stop to wonder if things are really how I wanted it to be? -&lt;i&gt;i should quit whining.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say, I don't even know how to write on this thing anymore. Blogging, once so overrated. Or is it still? Have this awkward feeling with this page of mine. &lt;i&gt;haha&lt;/i&gt;, sounds retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, it's the month of June now and I'm currently having my finals for my 2nd year. Hopes are high, fingers crossed, prayers are sealed, I shall go through this fine and happily walk on to my 3rd and final year. I don't know if it's me or is it getting more difficult, because honestly, the exams aren't difficult. I'm only saying to self pity. Because it feels like if I did study, the paper is as easy as I can say FUCK! -&lt;i&gt;go figure, no exaggeration. nothing comes without effort, so with a lil effort, everything is ezayy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, not to forget, my 1 year anni is coming up! How ironic cause my last post was like, my walls are crashing and bla bla bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Agtuzqm8Nlk/TfEBHgVWoxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/NqISldTviTg/s320/27052011102.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616271438757929746" /&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/4976145401052012830-2499857020906252137?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/2499857020906252137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=2499857020906252137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2499857020906252137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2499857020906252137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2011/06/any-wonder.html' title='Any wonder?'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-Agtuzqm8Nlk/TfEBHgVWoxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/NqISldTviTg/s72-c/27052011102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-1938520125835731082</id><published>2011-03-22T04:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T04:46:32.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:CML</title><content type='html'>How shall I put this in a well-mannered and less harsh way?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to begin with, I felt like I never felt happier in my life for this pass 9 months. I was feeling complete, happy, and all the other positive things that is in the dictionary. Though there were numerous arguments and misunderstandings, I felt this one was different and I was beginning to trust that there is still a little faith in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know I sound very naive now. So naive and how can I be, even after so many times this has happened to me? Then again I really wonder, why can't humankind just make things simpler, why does it always have to be so complicated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want you to know, I was the happiest person, but now my walls are crashing. My breathing track is so stuck it feels like no blood is pumping to my brains. I wish you will know that, it's not cool to hurt other people like you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-1938520125835731082?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/1938520125835731082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=1938520125835731082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1938520125835731082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1938520125835731082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2011/03/cml.html' title=':CML'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-1578221001110713040</id><published>2010-12-29T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:31:10.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>Trying to control my emotions..&lt;br /&gt;Trying very hard to not fuck things up again..&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;Fuck My Life~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-1578221001110713040?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/1578221001110713040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=1578221001110713040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1578221001110713040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1578221001110713040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/12/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-2121188620482841430</id><published>2010-12-02T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:04:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The painful truth</title><content type='html'>I've shifted house about 2 months exactly now. Where I'm living doesn't really much feels like home yet, but no doubt it is comfy. Just like how we find a comfortable spot in where we live, we also have comfortable spots in people. And when this happens, it is very hard to get unattached. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact is that we sometimes get too comfortable and it is deadly. Sometimes even too clingy. But it all boils down to the fear of losing this very comfortable spot, whether in someone or something. So, really? We always complaint that this is not what we sign up for, this is not how life is supposed to be, it wasn't supposed to hurt so badly nor give such bad headaches. Is this life pre-planned and we are just puppets? Or is it not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question goes, love someone with all your might or don't get too attached? This is a dilemma everyone has to live with, knowingly or unknowingly. When it pops up, good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is very pathetic and a waste of time to get angry at the ones you love. Spend the moments together like there is no tomorrow. Appreciate everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-2121188620482841430?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/2121188620482841430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=2121188620482841430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2121188620482841430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2121188620482841430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/12/painful-truth.html' title='The painful truth'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-5387118491587207229</id><published>2010-11-27T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:18:51.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate to admit...</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes I really wonder how people go through troubles after troubles and still manage to stand back strong on their feet and make a difference. Every time something bites, I feel like it's the end of the world for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to admit this but I think probably it's because I'm drawing further away from my core and God himself. I seriously need to find my way back on track. Dealing with shits alone may be possible but it just doesn't seem right and it will come back. I ought to start repenting for my sins and ask God for forgiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-5387118491587207229?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/5387118491587207229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=5387118491587207229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/5387118491587207229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/5387118491587207229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/11/hate-to-admit.html' title='Hate to admit...'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-5027635537330687275</id><published>2010-11-26T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:34:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TO9w4ImmqLI/AAAAAAAAA04/RJNwdpyTq4o/s1600/148615_10150127484332004_794737003_7715405_6503697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TO9w4ImmqLI/AAAAAAAAA04/RJNwdpyTq4o/s320/148615_10150127484332004_794737003_7715405_6503697_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543773776000755890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-5027635537330687275?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/5027635537330687275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=5027635537330687275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/5027635537330687275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/5027635537330687275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/11/cross-my-heart.html' title='Cross my heart...'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TO9w4ImmqLI/AAAAAAAAA04/RJNwdpyTq4o/s72-c/148615_10150127484332004_794737003_7715405_6503697_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-8035768027043599955</id><published>2010-11-26T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:31:50.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope, not a cupid, but a bounty hunter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TO9wSiHOSDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4-jtyU6OWXc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TO9wSiHOSDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4-jtyU6OWXc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543773130013427762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-8035768027043599955?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/8035768027043599955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=8035768027043599955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8035768027043599955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8035768027043599955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/11/nope-not-cupid-but-bounty-hunter.html' title='Nope, not a cupid, but a bounty hunter..'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TO9wSiHOSDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4-jtyU6OWXc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-8715527315165892199</id><published>2010-11-15T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:43:49.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; "&gt;'Cause you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there with you&lt;br /&gt;And we'll get lost together&lt;br /&gt;Until the light comes pouring through&lt;br /&gt;It's when you feel like you're done&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness has won&lt;br /&gt;Babe, you're not lost&lt;br /&gt;When your world's crashing down&lt;br /&gt;And you can't bear the cross&lt;br /&gt;I said, babe, you're not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can show no mercy&lt;br /&gt;It can tear your soul apart&lt;br /&gt;It can make you feel like you've gone crazy but you're not&lt;br /&gt;Things have seemed to change&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing that's still the same&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you have remained&lt;br /&gt;And we can fly fly fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-8715527315165892199?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/8715527315165892199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=8715527315165892199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8715527315165892199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8715527315165892199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-8241549862307746760</id><published>2010-11-10T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:59:30.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNrA04mjzzI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/zr-siMtV-gY/s320/02112010198.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537950706585292594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNrA1S4MbaI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zp7b1hwucUA/s1600/02112010199.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNrA1S4MbaI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zp7b1hwucUA/s320/02112010199.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537950713638579618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNrA2MtS6VI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ABQkx5OE4Mg/s320/02112010208.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537950729162123602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can they get any more adorable than this?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-8241549862307746760?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/8241549862307746760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=8241549862307746760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8241549862307746760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8241549862307746760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/11/blood-ties.html' title='Blood ties'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNrA04mjzzI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/zr-siMtV-gY/s72-c/02112010198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-7116840274458256524</id><published>2010-11-10T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:45:12.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali at Sha's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drunk early in the day with Carlsberg, white wine, and on top of that, Johnie Walker would never let us walk alone. It was one crazy afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNq7ziXQKYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/fXU5UZkO7Yo/s320/05112010059.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537945185877502338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNq8aLIw7_I/AAAAAAAAA0I/SfMTUFYDB2w/s320/05112010058.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537945849657618418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-7116840274458256524?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/7116840274458256524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=7116840274458256524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7116840274458256524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7116840274458256524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/11/deepavali-at-shas.html' title='Deepavali at Sha&apos;s.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNq7ziXQKYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/fXU5UZkO7Yo/s72-c/05112010059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-1845083837493840080</id><published>2010-11-10T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:01:24.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day but special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it was supposed to be just another day by right. But it was definitely special right through it. Appreciate all the wishes, the effort made, the time spent, and the presents. Can't seem to thank you guys better, it was like Christmas but just many years back. Speaking of Christmas, it is somewhere around the corner now, no? In a blink of an eye, it will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNq4jU6z90I/AAAAAAAAAzo/q2CQHuOmqEw/s320/04112010232.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537941608855762754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNq4jBCYB8I/AAAAAAAAAzg/_avdtDaNAjg/s320/02112010222.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537941603518777282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNq4iojd__I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/mYMz4U4GyMc/s320/02112010195.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537941596946694130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNq4i0HCCiI/AAAAAAAAAzY/oqJM05ASaoE/s320/03112010227.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537941600048646690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's inside the boxes and wrappings will be a mystery. One great thing about this birthday was no one reminded me of the turning of my age. Even my cake had only 2 candles but no age in digits. Not until someone wish me with the big twenty in NUMBERS and I was like, so soon?! Hmpf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was all good. Thank you, guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-1845083837493840080?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/1845083837493840080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=1845083837493840080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1845083837493840080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1845083837493840080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-another-day-but-special.html' title='Just another day but special.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TNq4jU6z90I/AAAAAAAAAzo/q2CQHuOmqEw/s72-c/04112010232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-3882976990227719404</id><published>2010-11-10T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:14:28.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman? Nope. Just love.</title><content type='html'>When all hopes were down, when I was just about to kneel on both my knees and wave in surrender, you came pulling me up and off what I thought was the worst situation of my life. You gave me hope and reasons to start believing in humankind once again. To where this may take us, I do not know nor will I ever know, but this is one I would sacrifice everything for. Not to experience fall again like I did, but this one's just worth all it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is full with amazements and excitements. You definitely amazed me in many ways I'd never have imagined. And this one's for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took me by the hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and swing it through the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took me by the heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and swayed it right from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This rocky feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you overthrew it with care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pain in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you cured it with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are like a sugar coated doughnut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet and filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I still can't get enough of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-3882976990227719404?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/3882976990227719404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=3882976990227719404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3882976990227719404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3882976990227719404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/11/superman-nope-just-love.html' title='Superman? Nope. Just love.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-2044435759809243093</id><published>2010-09-23T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:56:27.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMBIE EH EH EH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neway madness. Great company, big room, good drinks, and on top of that, a good deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJsVND7h1JI/AAAAAAAAAzI/yGNMfHEz-Yw/s320/22092010098.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520029082410144914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJsUA6-LzkI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Zkd1k6sqC7U/s320/22092010097.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520027774335307330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the mid-term break! The BEST part is that after that one week break, there is mid-term test and during the week of break there is an assignment due. Oh heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-2044435759809243093?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/2044435759809243093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=2044435759809243093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2044435759809243093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2044435759809243093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/09/zombie-eh-eh-eh.html' title='ZOMBIE EH EH EH'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJsVND7h1JI/AAAAAAAAAzI/yGNMfHEz-Yw/s72-c/22092010098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-7892698498099224358</id><published>2010-09-18T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T04:05:03.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all comes back to a little bit of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJPIRKtqRuI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MNRlSBxU_5g/s1600/16092010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJPIRKtqRuI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MNRlSBxU_5g/s320/16092010050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517974165718189794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby girl. Isn't she adorable?! The very first complete sentence I ever heard her saying was this, "Are you crazy?", and it was to me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJPIQpAw6-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/q43Lbr3e5uM/s1600/16092010045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJPIQpAw6-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/q43Lbr3e5uM/s320/16092010045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517974156671511522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJPIP59aZRI/AAAAAAAAAyY/IHqEit0YP0E/s1600/16092010046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJPIP59aZRI/AAAAAAAAAyY/IHqEit0YP0E/s320/16092010046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517974144040985874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bigger baby. &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/4976145401052012830-7892698498099224358?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/7892698498099224358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=7892698498099224358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7892698498099224358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7892698498099224358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-all-comes-back-to-little-bit-of-love.html' title='It all comes back to a little bit of love.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TJPIRKtqRuI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MNRlSBxU_5g/s72-c/16092010050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-6922171117669561715</id><published>2010-08-31T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T02:10:16.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thinking of you sitting on your favourite spot with everything by your side, gluing your eyes on the television set and glancing over your garden filled with flowers and plants once in a while, I wish I could just sit right opposite you and watch you do what you always do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could still wake up to the sound of you saying, "khi lai liao loh" and then waking up to the food I like. And having awesome food for lunch and tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to love watching you cook in the kitchen and love it more when you ask me to help you out with the cutting or washing. Till I realized one thing now, after the collected hours spent with you in the kitchen before, that was the last I ever did kitchen chores willingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The constant reminder of studying well and be someone in the future has been my principles. You also reminded me that the Chinese language is very important and right up till now I can clearly visualize the way you've said it to me. Sadly, that's the one thing I'm finding it very hard to achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These very insignificant happenings are indeed important moments in the foundations of my life. You've been the grandma I've always looked up to and respect. Till the very last breath you took, you were never selfish and you were very patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while now since you left this world to a better place in Heaven. Things are not the same anymore without you. Some things are better left unsaid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I greatly miss you. I really do. I wish I could take you by the hand one more time and enjoy the sight of beautiful flowers together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-6922171117669561715?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/6922171117669561715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=6922171117669561715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/6922171117669561715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/6922171117669561715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-loss.html' title='A Great Loss'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-5712135164261388391</id><published>2010-08-21T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:17:00.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Honey Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>You take my breath away yet you still remind me to breathe! You surprise me in really queer ways. I'm falling head over heals but unfortunately, still skeptical. I know it's really unfair to be this way but I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-5712135164261388391?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/5712135164261388391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=5712135164261388391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/5712135164261388391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/5712135164261388391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-honey-pumpkin.html' title='Sweet Honey Pumpkin'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-2941181191727072424</id><published>2010-08-09T03:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T03:49:22.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the Unexpected</title><content type='html'>It's alright to be losing everything I had. People, courage, trust, self-esteem, myself. But the best thing is to know you'd be there by my side. It feels better knowing you are giving in your best and trying to push beyond your best. Nothing feels better than that, but forgive me if I may seem like I do not appreciate because at times emotions and anger takes over me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You put the beauty in life. &lt;i&gt;Alejandro&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-2941181191727072424?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/2941181191727072424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=2941181191727072424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2941181191727072424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2941181191727072424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/08/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect the Unexpected'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-4681568123115629229</id><published>2010-08-07T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:07:52.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawal</title><content type='html'>I had about 2 hours in hand. I had nothing to do and decided to go for The Last Airbender. Ended up watching Tekken instead. All by myself with sweet corn and Coke, and I think I'm starting to like all these, this part of me I've never known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-4681568123115629229?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/4681568123115629229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=4681568123115629229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4681568123115629229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4681568123115629229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/08/withdrawal.html' title='Withdrawal'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-4951628646210275811</id><published>2010-08-04T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:47:54.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust is just a word.'/><title type='text'>For Obvious Reasons (Trust)</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, my mom always told me, don't trust anybody you do not know; strangers. What she forgot to remind me was to not trust anybody at all! In this world, everybody climbs above one another's head just to achieve their goals or purpose. Even the closest or the unexpected ones, will really pull you off the scene and stab you right in the heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I can only trust Him. He has never failed me, nor has He ever complained. Sorry, do not bull me about trust and all that. Do not tell me I just trusted the wrong people and not everyone is like that. I cant and will never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-4951628646210275811?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/4951628646210275811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=4951628646210275811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4951628646210275811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4951628646210275811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-obvious-reasons-trust.html' title='For Obvious Reasons (Trust)'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-1173265717093747280</id><published>2010-07-18T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:43:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp 5, Climbing Gym *edited*</title><content type='html'>So, I really didn't quit my job halfway, I literally got stopped from working; effective immediately. Well, I was really happy to receive such news, you've got no idea! It wasn't much of a job, I was paid to be a mannequin standing for 12 hours and that didn't fancy me at all. Why did I take the offer then? Because that wasn't what I was told to do until the very moment I was about to start my first day that they changed my job scope. Just like that. If I could let them have a piece of my mind, it would be KANINA YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, working in Tesco Hypermarket, trust me, you see really all sorts of people. When I say all sorts, I literally mean ALL sorts! No words to describe some of them or most of them. Like what I &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://twitter.com/melanieohp"&gt;tweeted&lt;/a&gt; the other day, this was the kind of weird conversations I had to bear with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Man: So, this bottle saying 500ml, do you really think it's filled with 500ml of liquid?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know. However, to be honest I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Indian Man: I'm the type of a person if people comes and tells me something they are not satisfied with, I'll help stand up for them. To be honest, no one likes me. Everybody hates me. Because I like to fight for everything that I think is wrong, and I help people do the talking when they don't dare to. So this bottle of 500ml, I would want to go to the extent of buying the measuring thing to prove it isn't 500ml.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *fake laugh, feeling freaked out already* Hmm, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Indian Man: *came closer to me* Sorry I'm going to use a bad word, but this government is one f*cking government. They only benefit themselves and not us.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, that is true but there's nothing we can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;Indian Man: What do you mean there's nothing we can do about it? Of course we can. Have more of people like me and it can be done.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *HAHA* yeah true true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this is what I got from staff working in Tesco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TELYEJT1EvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Q0ZEaBrdb-E/s1600/Screenshot0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TELYEJT1EvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Q0ZEaBrdb-E/s320/Screenshot0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495192061075591922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay this is a little too much. Kaulah nafasku?! *faints* I realized things were getting a little scary when this guy kept messaging me but I didn't know he will have the guts to send me such things. So I acted dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation was in BM.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is that text for me? ( I thought he sent wrong msg). Thanks ya, I bet you guys miss me. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Him: It is really to you. Friends all miss you but I like you. Yesterday you didnt reply my message, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, let me tell you why. It's because I'm freaked out! I really do not need all these in my life. I cannot handle, I dont know how to handle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I say I get all sorts of people, I mean what I say and an example can tell you what kind I have to put up with everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TEK6L29uquI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ItDe8GIjYYc/s1600/16072010534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TEK6L29uquI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ItDe8GIjYYc/s320/16072010534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495159208241179362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STRENGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, to be very frank, English is very important. Bombastic or not, the foundation has to be there! I see clothes with funky wordings but the spelling's wrong or there's grammar mistakes. Makes me wonder. If they know their English isn't that good then they should stick to clothes which hold no words at all. Or they don't they know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can die having to face these kind of things. More like nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.camp5.com/"&gt;Camp 5&lt;/a&gt;, Climbing Gym at 1Utama Shopping Centre. Check out more, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.camp5.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TEK6Md99JrI/AAAAAAAAAxI/nNYy_HhvjNw/s1600/17072010536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TEK6Md99JrI/AAAAAAAAAxI/nNYy_HhvjNw/s320/17072010536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495159218711111346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TEK6MvfQOLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/6_pjGUCxOTU/s1600/17072010537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TEK6MvfQOLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/6_pjGUCxOTU/s320/17072010537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495159223414175922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TEK6NxME0gI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Al-rheRyFiw/s1600/17072010541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TEK6NxME0gI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Al-rheRyFiw/s320/17072010541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495159241050477058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's nice and clean, just a little pricey. All kinds from beginner level up to expert. You can even join them as a member and get a certificate once done with the training. It would be nice to go with an even number because someone has to support below while you climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-1173265717093747280?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/1173265717093747280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=1173265717093747280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1173265717093747280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1173265717093747280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/07/camp-5-climbing-gym.html' title='Camp 5, Climbing Gym *edited*'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TELYEJT1EvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Q0ZEaBrdb-E/s72-c/Screenshot0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-275057301690754600</id><published>2010-07-05T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:45:38.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain we endure.</title><content type='html'>Mom's not happy with me. Dad doesn't know what to talk to me anymore. Bro is always not bothered. And i'm dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love me, that I know. And they mean a whole lot to me even without me saying. I'm filled with strong ego and i'm rebellious, but I won't deny they are everything to me. People in our lives come and go, they cant accept you, they leave. But family stays forever and that is priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so useless that I only know how to break their hearts for my own satisfactions. Even so, my mom still say she loves me. I am not priceless, i am more to worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*miserable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-275057301690754600?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/275057301690754600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=275057301690754600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/275057301690754600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/275057301690754600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/07/pain-we-endure.html' title='The pain we endure.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-3379936555396991082</id><published>2010-07-04T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:44:03.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantomime, really?</title><content type='html'>Conversation with people gets funnier each day. Really lame but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fat, dad's picking me X)&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Pick la, fatter.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shut up la fattest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: if you feel bored, you can stand in front of the mirror and say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH MY GOD! IM SO CUTE!&lt;/span&gt; but ey, dont do this always cause you'll go to hell telling lies. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha, walao!!! Anyways ah, i mmg very cute. hehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life right now is totally a pain. I hurt people around me. I'm hurt too but nobody cares, and that's okay. It totally is, because I care for the ones around me and if I have to sacrifice in order to make them happy, I would. ONLY to a certain extent. *aiks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-3379936555396991082?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/3379936555396991082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=3379936555396991082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3379936555396991082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3379936555396991082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/07/pantomime-really.html' title='Pantomime, really?'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-3244108188266566354</id><published>2010-06-30T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:59:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story in 3D</title><content type='html'>Had a go for Toy Story 3D during the weekend. Was so freaking excited to watch only to go EFF when the movie started. NO SUBTITLES! Damnit! I find it really difficult watching a show be it cartoon or not if they do not have subtitles. Too used to reading than listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TCsF8PWyIUI/AAAAAAAAAww/1WZ43Uig9xA/s1600/news_0aaae36035b19fb0ba4fbc0f70978452-toy-story-3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TCsF8PWyIUI/AAAAAAAAAww/1WZ43Uig9xA/s320/news_0aaae36035b19fb0ba4fbc0f70978452-toy-story-3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488487103353463106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wouldn't say it's the best among all the others but it definitely is different. But it all comes back to Andy's toys wanting to find their way back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cutest damn thing is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TCsGqHQbt3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qXbAC2ha66o/s1600/TS3-Peas-in-pod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TCsGqHQbt3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qXbAC2ha66o/s320/TS3-Peas-in-pod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488487891453327218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W TEE EFF! When I saw this peas, I literally went ohhhh so cute! Damn cute wei! I wanna have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get the reason of 3D. It is not really that 3D after all. It's not like you feel things are flying towards you or that kinda shit. Just a waste of money and no SUBTITLES! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-3244108188266566354?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/3244108188266566354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=3244108188266566354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3244108188266566354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3244108188266566354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/06/toy-story-in-3d.html' title='Toy Story in 3D'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TCsF8PWyIUI/AAAAAAAAAww/1WZ43Uig9xA/s72-c/news_0aaae36035b19fb0ba4fbc0f70978452-toy-story-3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-7529120855761721102</id><published>2010-06-26T07:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:24:50.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You call it a day, I call it a gift.</title><content type='html'>Hngh! The feeling right now of freedom and being able to breathe fresh air again and not collected dust among books is simply magnificent. It doesn't just end there. The best part is everyone else feels the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having dinner together and having conversations about EVERYTHING and not about our studies nor how was exams. Absolutely without pressure. No more heavy eye bags, no more exam tension, and no more sleeping with books hoping for knowledge to run into the mind (that's totally a joke). Laughed till our stomach bloat with air and still go on for more. Unfortunately, this will not last forever as we only have break for at most 1 month, which is mine. *laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were taking a few pictures with my cell and Aishah's digital camera when I suggested that Yeewen should try smiling without opening her mouth after this picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCUzQKuMBKI/AAAAAAAABog/HmUPlXmZb5M/s1600/25062010487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCUzQKuMBKI/AAAAAAAABog/HmUPlXmZb5M/s320/25062010487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486848073869821090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we tried once, she couldn't help it but to laugh and ruin the picture. And then we tried second time, but guess what? She totally deleted the picture off my phone without me knowing! Yw, I'm so cursing you right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our usual dinner at our usual place, 4 sekawan. As usual, it's like we own that place; laughing like nobody else was around. Aishah totally lighted up the situation even more with her stories and her nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without alcohol involved, she sounded and acted like she was flying higher than any of us. I mean not that we drank, but we are the ones with exams just over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCU059W23rI/AAAAAAAABoo/OYTdBMyEvxU/s1600/35640_404979188369_760873369_4504203_5655920_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCU059W23rI/AAAAAAAABoo/OYTdBMyEvxU/s320/35640_404979188369_760873369_4504203_5655920_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486849891348438706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the girl, the very same one I knew since I was in primary. She lives 2 minutes away, we studied together for UPSR, PMR, and SPM. We used to go cycling together, buy junks and eat, and do all those crazy things. The best is eating at her place because her mom cooks the best food! Yes, unbelievable. Even I can't seem to believe that I have such a good friend (that sounded somehow wrong). Sadly, I'm gonna shift soon. All this while I was so happy thinking of moving to a new place but I never thought that of I'll lose a neighbor like her. It's freaking 2 minutes away, in future, it will be 30 minutes away at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCU06XYWVnI/AAAAAAAABow/6S79I4L19wg/s1600/36399_404979183369_760873369_4504202_3791570_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCU06XYWVnI/AAAAAAAABow/6S79I4L19wg/s320/36399_404979183369_760873369_4504202_3791570_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486849898334017138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess when you grow up, you gonna lose bits and pieces anyways. Just hope that you few people wouldn't be the ones I'd be losing. And I meant that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after that we went over to Sharon's, do the usual thing we do when we have guitar around. AND THEN, we had peanut butter with bread. OMG!! Do you know how good it was? It was just normal peanut butter and normal bread, but what made it so awesome was because it was PEANUT BUTTER and the last I actually had Pb and bread was like almost a year ago? Or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the cove for a while after that. Run, sprinted, laughed, cycled, and scared ourselves. Well, at least this isn't what you get everyday. And such moments are to be treasured forever. Here we go again. *laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCU3ufgDVeI/AAAAAAAABo4/ClAnAaRk8jo/s1600/25062010494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCU3ufgDVeI/AAAAAAAABo4/ClAnAaRk8jo/s320/25062010494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486852992890263010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCU3u7kt0yI/AAAAAAAABpA/KHqIIZzC2zY/s1600/25062010496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCU3u7kt0yI/AAAAAAAABpA/KHqIIZzC2zY/s320/25062010496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486853000426017570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for your entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-7529120855761721102?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/7529120855761721102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=7529120855761721102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7529120855761721102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7529120855761721102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-call-it-day-i-call-it-gift.html' title='You call it a day, I call it a gift.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_1TrJ0Y-CMGk/TCUzQKuMBKI/AAAAAAAABog/HmUPlXmZb5M/s72-c/25062010487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-4404790458604070188</id><published>2010-06-12T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:18:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Fever!</title><content type='html'>That damn song is so stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsamina mina eh eh&lt;br /&gt;Waka waka eh eh&lt;br /&gt;Tsamina mina zangalewa&lt;br /&gt;This time's for Africa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First paper's on Monday, huhu, cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I freaking love my life right now, the new people i meet, the dramas around. I enjoy watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this versions of latest music by Paulina and Tifanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23ELKAw4w1o"&gt;Billionaire &amp;amp; OMG&lt;/a&gt;-itsmePAULINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TiffanyAlvord#p/u/10/RPNDXrAvAMg"&gt;Hey, Soul Sister&lt;/a&gt;-TifannyAlvord (Love this one!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-4404790458604070188?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/4404790458604070188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=4404790458604070188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4404790458604070188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4404790458604070188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-fever.html' title='World Cup Fever!'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-2805887233156666302</id><published>2010-06-06T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:25:18.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of fortunate events</title><content type='html'>Strings of things to do even with exam's so near. Almost bailed on all of the events but birthdays and weddings is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAtnrBiyhrI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/DCabB_QRkcU/s1600/03062010419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAtnrBiyhrI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/DCabB_QRkcU/s320/03062010419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479587360472729266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAtnrlcE_nI/AAAAAAAAAwY/u2f3xoZ4J8E/s1600/05062010424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAtnrlcE_nI/AAAAAAAAAwY/u2f3xoZ4J8E/s320/05062010424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479587370108255858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diana fascinated with the roasted piglet's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAtnrwMqb9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/HlEvognM-Uo/s1600/06062010428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAtnrwMqb9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/HlEvognM-Uo/s320/06062010428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479587372996390866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The after party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAtnsXZi0EI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vDDF8drSCI0/s1600/06062010430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAtnsXZi0EI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vDDF8drSCI0/s320/06062010430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479587383519400002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHE was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-2805887233156666302?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/2805887233156666302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=2805887233156666302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2805887233156666302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2805887233156666302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/06/series-of-fortunate-events.html' title='A series of fortunate events'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAtnrBiyhrI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/DCabB_QRkcU/s72-c/03062010419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-8922052130373918311</id><published>2010-06-02T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:23:59.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca</title><content type='html'>Ivy, this is specially for you. Didn't plan to post all these pictures up but here it is. And when I said stupid, this was what I meant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMTuqKFiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gsbDnz9CPt8/s1600/30536_395013595949_644335949_4728342_2194183_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMTuqKFiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gsbDnz9CPt8/s320/30536_395013595949_644335949_4728342_2194183_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149898568865314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMT8VE3iI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5yu2wauU634/s1600/30536_395013610949_644335949_4728344_1003934_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMT8VE3iI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5yu2wauU634/s320/30536_395013610949_644335949_4728344_1003934_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149902238539298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMUWjrBHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LDbmI4QrNgA/s1600/30536_395013630949_644335949_4728348_661209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMUWjrBHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LDbmI4QrNgA/s320/30536_395013630949_644335949_4728348_661209_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149909279081586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Totally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMULpeX9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/fNFwuJgKvy8/s1600/30536_395013620949_644335949_4728346_3026220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMULpeX9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/fNFwuJgKvy8/s320/30536_395013620949_644335949_4728346_3026220_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149906350628818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMU8yR1rI/AAAAAAAAAwI/dsagjPNjhWo/s1600/30536_395013640949_644335949_4728350_7509128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMU8yR1rI/AAAAAAAAAwI/dsagjPNjhWo/s320/30536_395013640949_644335949_4728350_7509128_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149919540893362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Willy Wonka for you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The pictures were nicer. After converting it became really bad. From DLSR, it isn't supposed to be thissss bad. Nyahh, can't do anything about it. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-8922052130373918311?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/8922052130373918311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=8922052130373918311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8922052130373918311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8922052130373918311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/06/malacca.html' title='Malacca'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAZMTuqKFiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gsbDnz9CPt8/s72-c/30536_395013595949_644335949_4728342_2194183_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-880600947485577223</id><published>2010-05-30T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:32:48.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUDY LAH DAMMIT!</title><content type='html'>I tend to lose a lot of my things. Be it really a thing or "thing". All i know is that I've given in the best I ever had. And when people don't appreciate your best, it means they are not worthy. Really? I wanna believe so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you don't have to always believe what people say. You don't always have to follow what people do. They walked their path, they succeeded, they make it a thing; their trademark. So, walk your path, make things happen and dare craft your name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Uni loves, starting Tuesday onwards, gonna be staying back in uni till 8pm or so. Who's up just tag along. I'd surely be there with Flor maybe. I promise I won't be a distraction. *puppy eyes* But surely you will need some breathing time and I'LL be there!! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nightmare on Elm Street; Darn, this show is DARN good! I'm so serious I'm not even blinking. Good story line all the way, in perfect proportion and they don't leave you going, WTF JUST HAPPENED? A must watch movie! 4 stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Shrek Forever After; The final sequel, you have to watch because it's the last. It's not too bad anyways. 3 stars.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Iron Man 2; Funny and queer. Prefer the first one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ip Man 2; Also a must watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Shutter Island; I've talked about this before, haven't I? Mind t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wisting but just not that nice to me. Not my cup of tea perhaps? End of the show, I was like, Really? I paid for a movie ticket to watch THIS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red may be failures, or may not be. I don't know. And so, let's start nerding before it's too late folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAJ2v98--QI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nRiQ005qo7s/s1600/27836_394124820949_644335949_4700585_2045411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAJ2v98--QI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nRiQ005qo7s/s320/27836_394124820949_644335949_4700585_2045411_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477070663292221698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Follow God's path, you'll never go wrong. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;That is if we can follow closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-880600947485577223?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/880600947485577223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=880600947485577223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/880600947485577223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/880600947485577223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/study-lah-dammit.html' title='STUDY LAH DAMMIT!'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/TAJ2v98--QI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nRiQ005qo7s/s72-c/27836_394124820949_644335949_4700585_2045411_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-1011630570143177285</id><published>2010-05-26T05:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T05:49:23.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>I want to have a moment of rational talk and maybe help a person or two by this. Killing two birds with one stone, saving up the stones that is definitely so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_w8zhsDiPI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3HjQnVsttZs/s1600/ist2_3464737-choice-and-directions-signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_w8zhsDiPI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3HjQnVsttZs/s200/ist2_3464737-choice-and-directions-signs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475318102889826546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's begin with, choice. Everything in life, whatever we do or say, there's a choice to it. Sometimes more than one. Even happiness is a choice. If you see to it as such, it easily means you can choose whether to be happy or otherwise. Honestly, as simple as it sounds, everyone can work their way to it. It still comes back to the core, whether you want to be happy or not. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story to this is, I fell. I believe in this someone who promised to bring me everlasting love, or at least that's what I interpreted. Obviously, it didn't turn out too promising, in fact, it ended. To be honest, I was heart wrecked. I was down, I lost my interest in everything; mixing around, eating, sleeping, and even waking up to my everyday life. There wasn't much of pain you see, but more to disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I do to forget was the simple things people do to move on. Courage and determination also has to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I deleted your number in my phone even though I could really remember it so well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_xAmLTVV8I/AAAAAAAAAug/Lh2WhSeiqls/s1600/decision-making-school-choice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_xAmLTVV8I/AAAAAAAAAug/Lh2WhSeiqls/s200/decision-making-school-choice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475322271588767682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I slowly took the courage to delete the pictures we had together.&lt;br /&gt;-I went to places we went together a lot with friends; to slowly erase the memories we had with new ones.&lt;br /&gt;-I blocked you off here and there.&lt;br /&gt;-I made sure no one mentioned your name in front of me because it was pretty much sensitive in it's own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the little little things that people think is unnecessary was indeed so necessary to me. I would say you helped me there a little too. Not answering my calls and messages at the beginning was harsh but it really helped me, for that, I thank you. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was angry, annoyed, disappointed, and I felt like stabbing you in the heart for what you did to mine. I wanted to give you a piece of my mind. I wanted you to know how it felt being me at that very moment. Then, I slowly realize, if it wasn't for you leaving my life, I wouldn't be who I am today, right now. I've been a better person, I learned and I know somethings are just not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hit me that everything can change. People, feelings, thoughts, and what not? I choose to be happy, I choose to have a new life, I choose to move on. When are you going to do the same? You here means, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_xCFiy1VpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/_GH8XjAQV9M/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_xCFiy1VpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/_GH8XjAQV9M/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475323909982475922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now, everyone is free-falling, everyone is going through a tough and rough phase in life, I'm glad that mine has passed. And that right now, I'm stronger and I want to help people through this very ugly phase. Because everybody needs somebody. Truth about life is that, we HAVE to go through moments that are ugly and bitter. Take my hand, we'll walk this ugly path together. Even if it means crying together. I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created Life, He created Love, He created a world for us to live in. He did everything to keep mankind together and He even died on the cross to wash away our sins. Lets begin repaying Him by loving ourselves. Show Him we appreciate the life He gave us. Have some faith. Everything has their good and bad to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_xDVi30UyI/AAAAAAAAAuw/zb-ikxkR-bE/s1600/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_xDVi30UyI/AAAAAAAAAuw/zb-ikxkR-bE/s200/faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475325284392915746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-1011630570143177285?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/1011630570143177285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=1011630570143177285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1011630570143177285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1011630570143177285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_w8zhsDiPI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3HjQnVsttZs/s72-c/ist2_3464737-choice-and-directions-signs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-8519026780287110027</id><published>2010-05-23T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T01:55:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>See, i have been falling so many times. I fell, I got up, I walk, then tripped and fell again. So repetitive till I blend with the mud and became a stone. I'm numb and I cant feel the wounds on me anymore. Those scars that don't heal, are memories. However, my point here is, I'm a stone who now is a pillar for those who are falling. They lean on me, closer and closer. When they are ready to walk again, they leave. I'm not proud that I can be there for everyone, I'm happy I could be of assistance. So lean on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-8519026780287110027?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/8519026780287110027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=8519026780287110027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8519026780287110027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/8519026780287110027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-190445471992800878</id><published>2010-05-21T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T01:57:06.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_V3W3QEgqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0sRdJBEFEIw/s1600/32104_1436930692643_1514269117_1078401_7370236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_V3W3QEgqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0sRdJBEFEIw/s320/32104_1436930692643_1514269117_1078401_7370236_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473412156810887842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_V3WduexCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/BMrMaWQulCQ/s1600/31786_391301920949_644335949_4628783_228925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_V3WduexCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/BMrMaWQulCQ/s320/31786_391301920949_644335949_4628783_228925_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473412149959115810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-190445471992800878?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/190445471992800878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=190445471992800878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/190445471992800878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/190445471992800878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/lectio.html' title='Lectio'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_V3W3QEgqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0sRdJBEFEIw/s72-c/32104_1436930692643_1514269117_1078401_7370236_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-2714708497864577368</id><published>2010-05-17T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:47:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should not be affecting...</title><content type='html'>Enjoys the sweat streaming down my face while having a good jog in the park. It's soothes my nerves, keeps my temper in control, have me a better person. Hope it's not too soon to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;u're not alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_FWdT5hDnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/fIpqN3Odj-g/s1600/30060_388182261073_676321073_4026618_7671878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_FWdT5hDnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/fIpqN3Odj-g/s320/30060_388182261073_676321073_4026618_7671878_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472250083789573746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Your Entertainment. By Melanie Ohp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-2714708497864577368?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/2714708497864577368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=2714708497864577368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2714708497864577368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2714708497864577368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/should-not-be-affecting.html' title='Should not be affecting...'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S_FWdT5hDnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/fIpqN3Odj-g/s72-c/30060_388182261073_676321073_4026618_7671878_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-3483733510391801960</id><published>2010-05-16T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:06:03.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words and Quotes of Wisdom.</title><content type='html'>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? -Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out the other&lt;br /&gt;B: You tell a woman something, it goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: John says im pretty, Andy says im ugly, what do you think Peter?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: A bit of both, I think you are pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Would you like your coffee black?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What other colours do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;Student: A teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471837170302974882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-_e6lSv-6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/iM_x_eRzLDE/s320/31786_389982445949_644335949_4594222_203411_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Signature look of mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For Your Entertainment. By Melanie Ohp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-3483733510391801960?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/3483733510391801960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=3483733510391801960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3483733510391801960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3483733510391801960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/words-and-quotes-of-wisdom.html' title='Words and Quotes of Wisdom.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-_e6lSv-6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/iM_x_eRzLDE/s72-c/31786_389982445949_644335949_4594222_203411_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-7502799528715283780</id><published>2010-05-15T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:45:56.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did i also mention this?</title><content type='html'>My awesome friends told me today that I made out with a few people in the club while I was drunk. Well, I played along, I gasped and asked WHO?! Stupid friends drunk themselves don't know of the surrounding and just simply said, 'oh that one lah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was very much sober. I couldn't walk a straight line, I couldn't speak like I was Chinese, but I still could remember everything that happened in the club. Well, i had a few ways of threatening them and they gave up. "Oh DAMN". Ha ha, better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Your Entertainment. By Melanie Ohp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-7502799528715283780?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/7502799528715283780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=7502799528715283780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7502799528715283780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7502799528715283780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-i-also-mention-this.html' title='Did i also mention this?'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-7204450783308848911</id><published>2010-05-15T17:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:41:33.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like how pictures do the talking</title><content type='html'>And i just love the way it gets to you.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with higher pixels shows you originality, really?&lt;br /&gt;Well mine's just uploaded by mobile, so excuse the bad quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5w0S0GT-I/AAAAAAAAAso/zfJy4dr8IWg/s1600/15052010342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5w0S0GT-I/AAAAAAAAAso/zfJy4dr8IWg/s320/15052010342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471434641007595490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5yJbJvMAI/AAAAAAAAAto/BqOJvfgWN8s/s1600/15052010332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5yJbJvMAI/AAAAAAAAAto/BqOJvfgWN8s/s320/15052010332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471436103534718978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the booze sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5yI4xNqLI/AAAAAAAAAtg/yW9_-XcLbGo/s1600/15052010335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5yI4xNqLI/AAAAAAAAAtg/yW9_-XcLbGo/s320/15052010335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471436094305052850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5xm5zkquI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/k7KInBhHpfw/s1600/15052010337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5xm5zkquI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/k7KInBhHpfw/s320/15052010337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471435510467832546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5yIWvO75I/AAAAAAAAAtY/Dr3oUexAo1c/s1600/15052010336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5yIWvO75I/AAAAAAAAAtY/Dr3oUexAo1c/s320/15052010336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471436085169942418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5xl1nbSSI/AAAAAAAAAtA/RSorfIrIS9g/s1600/15052010339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5xl1nbSSI/AAAAAAAAAtA/RSorfIrIS9g/s320/15052010339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471435492163275042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5wc7oalrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bcpOUZIK5X4/s1600/15052010347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5wc7oalrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bcpOUZIK5X4/s320/15052010347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471434239647585970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the 'Aftermath'.&lt;br /&gt;Location: G6, Gardens, MidValley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what is with the face of mine ah? I really don't know but coming to think of it, I think it has gotta do with excessive alcohol and dancing (yeap, see what alcohol does to the body). Then when you stop to take a picture; a complete halt, this is what you get, my signature look; constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through hell, even my hair went with the wind. As always, the puking part will never leave. Because i'm Chinese, and I suck at drinking. Every time it happens, I get people asking me to train myself. Yes, and that's what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5wcB7kX9I/AAAAAAAAArw/mGDet-XZwL8/s1600/15052010349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5wcB7kX9I/AAAAAAAAArw/mGDet-XZwL8/s320/15052010349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471434224158662610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brilliant idea of "let's go to the park for a while". Just 5 minutes and 2 mossie bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5wcb2EPeI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lrQ00Nb8cU8/s1600/15052010348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5wcb2EPeI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lrQ00Nb8cU8/s320/15052010348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471434231114907106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For Your Entertainment. By Melanie Ohp.&lt;br /&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/4976145401052012830-7204450783308848911?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/7204450783308848911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=7204450783308848911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7204450783308848911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7204450783308848911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-how-pictures-do-talking.html' title='I like how pictures do the talking'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-5w0S0GT-I/AAAAAAAAAso/zfJy4dr8IWg/s72-c/15052010342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-3554687377415316415</id><published>2010-05-14T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:05:51.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jello's Finally BACK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-3554687377415316415?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/3554687377415316415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=3554687377415316415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3554687377415316415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3554687377415316415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-jellos-finally-back.html' title='My Jello&apos;s Finally BACK!!'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-4324214489170680287</id><published>2010-05-13T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:38:05.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow it down~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-wOgDQwKUI/AAAAAAAAAro/i4eeX7fJApY/s1600/12052010319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-wOgDQwKUI/AAAAAAAAAro/i4eeX7fJApY/s320/12052010319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470763591142484290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-4324214489170680287?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/4324214489170680287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=4324214489170680287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4324214489170680287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4324214489170680287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/slow-it-down.html' title='Slow it down~'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-wOgDQwKUI/AAAAAAAAAro/i4eeX7fJApY/s72-c/12052010319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-2981691798865187597</id><published>2010-05-11T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:26:23.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Tuesdays are worse than Mondays. I swear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0pUVc1JI/AAAAAAAAArQ/fCj52Vja2-g/s1600/11052010315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0pUVc1JI/AAAAAAAAArQ/fCj52Vja2-g/s320/11052010315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470031475600315538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute boy. Not here however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0pH2JMVI/AAAAAAAAArI/qV7C3aQKS_w/s1600/11052010316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0pH2JMVI/AAAAAAAAArI/qV7C3aQKS_w/s320/11052010316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470031472247779666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0okCjffI/AAAAAAAAArA/hPqPWJ5XSpU/s1600/11052010314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0okCjffI/AAAAAAAAArA/hPqPWJ5XSpU/s320/11052010314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470031462636158450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have cock eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0oa4OGiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1ERhwiR5cyw/s1600/11052010309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0oa4OGiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1ERhwiR5cyw/s320/11052010309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470031460176894498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shows how ultimately boring a lecture can be. And what we can just do and not being stopped. Oh yes, how rude of us, but we are the very few that attend out of hundreds that didn't attend. However, we do not listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry boss. We apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0qP9mB9I/AAAAAAAAArY/Hb0QiYwA_wg/s1600/11052010305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0qP9mB9I/AAAAAAAAArY/Hb0QiYwA_wg/s320/11052010305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470031491606382546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a shiny day behind every sorrows. It's a bright and lovely day when you have awesome people around you. And don't whine about your loss, start praising yourself, this loss has brought in so many other happiness and awesome moments together. Cause tomorrow is just another day, it depends on you to brighten it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes two to clap. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-2981691798865187597?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/2981691798865187597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=2981691798865187597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2981691798865187597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2981691798865187597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-tuesdays-are-worst-than-mondays-i.html' title='Our Tuesdays are worse than Mondays. I swear.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-l0pUVc1JI/AAAAAAAAArQ/fCj52Vja2-g/s72-c/11052010315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-6704212667178659116</id><published>2010-05-10T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:36:53.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is 2 way to everything</title><content type='html'>Conversation with mie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie: ur profile pic damn yeng&lt;br /&gt;me: which profile pic? here or fb?&lt;br /&gt;mie: here&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL! ty ah. you brighten up my day from 0 to 2&lt;br /&gt;mie: baru 2?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez0N7gwhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/P3bNr5SYd2o/s1600/Picture0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez0N7gwhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/P3bNr5SYd2o/s320/Picture0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469537982138597906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then being crowned "Ultimate Sweet Talker" by Jamie. Omg my nose so huge and this is yeng? i need a nose job.&lt;br /&gt; Nyeh! i have that -__- look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially have a beautiful model for my blog now. He he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-e1KUUDcZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/uASks9pvb9c/s1600/09052010304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-e1KUUDcZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/uASks9pvb9c/s320/09052010304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469539461320896914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez1OpzrjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u5yYBAh4Pwo/s1600/09052010301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez1OpzrjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u5yYBAh4Pwo/s320/09052010301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469537999512645170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;|-)&lt;br /&gt;Cyclopes. Or however you spell it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez0ko1y0I/AAAAAAAAAqI/PWaMtTj8HtI/s1600/09052010300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez0ko1y0I/AAAAAAAAAqI/PWaMtTj8HtI/s320/09052010300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469537988234300226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez2M4TAJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dJrORjHqzbw/s1600/09052010303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez2M4TAJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dJrORjHqzbw/s320/09052010303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469538016216416402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez1sR8VpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/90LerOOxPE8/s1600/09052010302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez1sR8VpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/90LerOOxPE8/s320/09052010302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469538007465612946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These glasses CONFIRM not for buying wan loh! It's put-it-on-and-take-a-picture glasses! Then walk away with a good laugh. I just somehow think people who would waste money on these kinda glasses are goofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron man 2; 3 stars&lt;br /&gt;Ip man 2; 4 stars&lt;br /&gt;Shutter Island; just not my cup of tea perhaps? it Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs Smith; 5 stars (oops?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more assignment due on the 21st, battery running low, how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-simplyME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-6704212667178659116?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/6704212667178659116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=6704212667178659116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/6704212667178659116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/6704212667178659116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-2-way-to-everything.html' title='There is 2 way to everything'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ez0N7gwhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/P3bNr5SYd2o/s72-c/Picture0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-4608959191779654205</id><published>2010-05-09T13:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:13:32.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic and no time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZLvhOM0fI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ZvfnxJUB0k0/s1600/shiver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZLvhOM0fI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ZvfnxJUB0k0/s320/shiver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469142077231911410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Location: TomYam Klasik, Malacca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZLxfgkLjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Wrq1UCRTkgw/s1600/tomyam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZLxfgkLjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Wrq1UCRTkgw/s320/tomyam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469142111131807282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Location: Garden Restaurant, Malacca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZLwOc4hyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/tod27HbEZZI/s1600/babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZLwOc4hyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/tod27HbEZZI/s320/babe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469142089373091618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZNMbaflMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6gZDbo8lu6M/s1600/08052010297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZNMbaflMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6gZDbo8lu6M/s320/08052010297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469143673400693954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZNL2j5szI/AAAAAAAAAog/rgd9_I1yEuc/s1600/08052010298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZNL2j5szI/AAAAAAAAAog/rgd9_I1yEuc/s320/08052010298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469143663508042546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Location: Tanjung Sepat, Selangor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZPVm_snJI/AAAAAAAAApA/rGAEVroVUMs/s1600/IMG00064-20100505-1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZPVm_snJI/AAAAAAAAApA/rGAEVroVUMs/s320/IMG00064-20100505-1906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469146030151605394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Location: Pao Xiang BKT, Centro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZLw55LM8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RtSWpNTwQCw/s1600/iphone+crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZLw55LM8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RtSWpNTwQCw/s320/iphone+crocs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469142101034480578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crocs for iPhone. Crocs footwear is just so freaking comfortable though not so pretty. Loving mine the minute i started walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZN7aNLUDI/AAAAAAAAAow/eHA08ZlkHVc/s1600/nava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZN7aNLUDI/AAAAAAAAAow/eHA08ZlkHVc/s320/nava.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469144480530255922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most entertaining lecturer EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZOhRmi_vI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nnkT26XfDos/s1600/jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZOhRmi_vI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nnkT26XfDos/s320/jamie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469145131055775474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before curls; pretty. After curls; gawddamn pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZPWsPhisI/AAAAAAAAApQ/wWkkCSPDCtk/s1600/IMG00050-20100502-1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZPWsPhisI/AAAAAAAAApQ/wWkkCSPDCtk/s320/IMG00050-20100502-1907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469146048740035266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spooky~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZSNeyZuQI/AAAAAAAAApY/9xsYVzsSi3k/s1600/30220_403479253752_558723752_4261356_5159245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZSNeyZuQI/AAAAAAAAApY/9xsYVzsSi3k/s320/30220_403479253752_558723752_4261356_5159245_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469149189044287746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZSN3x0omI/AAAAAAAAApg/rjF6u90NJN8/s1600/32276_402427778752_558723752_4242070_6817068_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZSN3x0omI/AAAAAAAAApg/rjF6u90NJN8/s320/32276_402427778752_558723752_4242070_6817068_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469149195752743522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homemades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn exams are so freaking near and there is still 2 more presentations to go. Screw their freaking management! This is thee most hectic semester ever. And only in year 1. If it means that work's gonna multiply every year, i'm definitely gonna resort to suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Simple Plan and Switchfoot's old albums are just so soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck as i'm just lazing around and i think i need lots and lotsa luck. I'm tired and lazy and i don't wanna deal with so much shits because life is just meant to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-4608959191779654205?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/4608959191779654205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=4608959191779654205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4608959191779654205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4608959191779654205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/05/hectic-and-no-time.html' title='Hectic and no time'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S-ZLvhOM0fI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ZvfnxJUB0k0/s72-c/shiver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-1978792462592614821</id><published>2010-04-06T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:29:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This 1 week break came in handy =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-1978792462592614821?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/1978792462592614821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=1978792462592614821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1978792462592614821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1978792462592614821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-1-week-break-came-in-handy.html' title='This 1 week break came in handy =)'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-4814911097972970826</id><published>2010-03-29T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:07:51.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madam Ng Poh Lian; my beloved grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26th March 2010. The passing away of a great Mom to her kids, and a great Grandmother to her Grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S7DOf81qV9I/AAAAAAAAAn4/joa3BwPQUtM/s1600/CNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S7DOf81qV9I/AAAAAAAAAn4/joa3BwPQUtM/s320/CNY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454086197048137682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this very moment, I still cannot accept she's gone. This is my very first time seeing a family member go. And I've always seen her breathe and move and laugh and smile. Seeing her on the bed that Friday morning not moving, I just cannot accept it. However, she has lived for 82 years, and she has sacrificed so much for her children and grandchildren. God will carry her back again in His arms and look after her as she look after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's that lady who always smiled at everyone and made sure no one talks bad about another in front of her. She is such a considerate woman. She made sure everyone had a last look at her before she passed. She took so much pain wanting to live on for a little longer. She did everything wisely and orderly.  She made no complaints at all. She is that elderly woman I call grandma and I respect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she moves along to her new home. We miss her, but she misses us more, and I know that. Amah, may you rest in peace. We all love you. We hold on tightly to the memories we shared together. The beautiful ones as it were all beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-4814911097972970826?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/4814911097972970826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=4814911097972970826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4814911097972970826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4814911097972970826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/03/madam-ng-poh-lian-my-beloved.html' title='Madam Ng Poh Lian; my beloved grandmother'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S7DOf81qV9I/AAAAAAAAAn4/joa3BwPQUtM/s72-c/CNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-4928314786900114433</id><published>2010-03-25T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:49:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>Who says grown up people cannot be cute?&lt;br /&gt;Bro had an argument with his girlfriend and he locked her out of the room. She knocked on the door and he refused to open. So she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GF: open the door&lt;br /&gt;Bro: NO!&lt;br /&gt;The GF: open la, i have something to give you.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: I don't want anything from you&lt;br /&gt;The GF: it's a surprise lah! open before there is no more surprise. FASTER!&lt;br /&gt;Bro: don't want&lt;br /&gt;The GF: open la! SURPRISE, after that you can kick me out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMEL lah. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-4928314786900114433?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/4928314786900114433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=4928314786900114433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4928314786900114433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4928314786900114433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/03/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-90637281724357699</id><published>2010-03-25T08:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:32:04.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears are Weak!</title><content type='html'>Watching Alice in Wonderland 3D and normal makes so much difference to me. I cannot watch a movie without subtitles and 3D movies doesn't have it. So, didn't really really enjoy the movie at first but after watching normal, it's so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah lahh, I have lousy ears. I like the Red Queen's character. Enjoy seeing her get angry, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S6queHJVFVI/AAAAAAAAAno/oy07PdZnMNw/s1600/alice-in-wonderland-helena1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S6queHJVFVI/AAAAAAAAAno/oy07PdZnMNw/s320/alice-in-wonderland-helena1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452362131222893906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is so FUNNY! But very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-90637281724357699?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/90637281724357699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=90637281724357699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/90637281724357699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/90637281724357699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/03/ears-are-weak.html' title='Ears are Weak!'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/S6queHJVFVI/AAAAAAAAAno/oy07PdZnMNw/s72-c/alice-in-wonderland-helena1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-7406800203323584017</id><published>2010-03-24T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:51:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are happy, you let the world know.</title><content type='html'>Then you let the whole world share your happiness of you being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all the good things that are happening. Cheers also to all the good things that are about to happen. This sudden rush of good feeling is just making me flush. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Cheryl Cole's Fight For This Love is so stuck in my head! Nice rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my life is all about the rhythm, the flow, the compatibility, the synchronization. There is no need of words to express as rhythm and actions says everything. When you see that I am so special in that way itself, then we can synchronize like a beautiful melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-7406800203323584017?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/7406800203323584017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=7406800203323584017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7406800203323584017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7406800203323584017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-you-are-happy-you-let-world-know.html' title='When you are happy, you let the world know.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-805122178281540800</id><published>2010-03-17T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:26:46.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow me on twitter.....</title><content type='html'>If you would love to follow me on &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://twitter.com/melanieohp"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;, we can tweet nonstop! Honestly, like I just mentioned to a dear friend today, I can't tune into the subjects this semester. It is either because of that wow-long holiday or I'm just not into studying anymore. People get to chill on their first few weeks of sem, but I'm already dead stress but helpless. God is good, so I'll be alright soon. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would any study freaks, or just anybody, camp with me and start doing the assignments? Or we could go DotA or pool? Hehe. Gonna get back to getting active on twitter so follow me and i'll follow you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I have got to go.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: do not do on others what you do not wish to be done on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-805122178281540800?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/805122178281540800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=805122178281540800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/805122178281540800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/805122178281540800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/03/follow-me-on-twitter.html' title='Follow me on twitter.....'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-3328448248568092265</id><published>2010-02-23T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:22:36.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies.</title><content type='html'>There goes Chinese New Year. There goes my holidays. Here comes the beginning of semester in a while. Can't imagine the workload. HELP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-3328448248568092265?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/3328448248568092265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=3328448248568092265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3328448248568092265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3328448248568092265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-2676162699095617855</id><published>2010-01-29T08:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:05:58.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"HAILAT"</title><content type='html'>All the sayings that go, you learn when you fall. It took me a few falls to actually realize the truth and the lies that has been surrounding me all the while. By the countless times I fell, I myself cannot believe my tolerance level is actually pretty high. Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, I'm really thankful that my job now is giving me big time pressure and stress so that I do not have to think about every other unnecessary problems. The ones that suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ones I've been really neglecting this whole time, I'm really sorry. Will try to catch up to you guys in a bit especially JC! You are damn busy too right?! So don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year in advance to all those who celebrate and happy holidays to those who don't. I'm really busy it takes me a month or two to get back to my lonely blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-2676162699095617855?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/2676162699095617855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=2676162699095617855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2676162699095617855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/2676162699095617855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2010/01/hailat.html' title='&quot;HAILAT&quot;'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-7067587278713390636</id><published>2009-12-16T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:06:00.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>At times when I feel I need you the most, all I end up with is disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;At times when I feel I need my space, you are there bugging me every single minute of my time.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm asking too much, I sincerely apologize.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm too fussy then I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have the right to feel like that right?&lt;br /&gt;~God Bless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-7067587278713390636?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/7067587278713390636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=7067587278713390636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7067587278713390636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/7067587278713390636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2009/12/ugly-truth.html' title='Ugly Truth'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-6960686462279299732</id><published>2009-12-12T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:41:12.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December boredom</title><content type='html'>I'm getting really lifeless nowadays. Sleeping time screwed, that is from 3am till 3pm. If it's not DotA next, then I really don't know what to do. 5pm, tea break then DotA. 8pm dinner then some chinese drama and continue with DotA and supper and additional supper to cover up for breakfast that I will be missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifeless much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'm really up to no good, I play boring games like some villagers living on an island. Here's some screenshot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SyKQW3V-5WI/AAAAAAAAAm4/NC4HQXN4wBE/s1600-h/Screenshot0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SyKQW3V-5WI/AAAAAAAAAm4/NC4HQXN4wBE/s320/Screenshot0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414048424540431714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's really like other strategy games where I have to build houses, collect food, make some babies, and those other things. Settle quests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SyKQXGJ6jxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/CAi3Z-2M9TY/s1600-h/Screenshot0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SyKQXGJ6jxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/CAi3Z-2M9TY/s320/Screenshot0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414048428516347666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need to make my villagers work together to gather food for the whole village. Either by collecting berries, harvesting carrots, catching fish, plucking mangoes or bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SyKQXjXVdFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TZ2TW5NKFx8/s1600-h/Screenshot0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SyKQXjXVdFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TZ2TW5NKFx8/s320/Screenshot0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414048436357264466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Build a damn hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SyKQXwG4YhI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ef7d5AG8ld4/s1600-h/Screenshot0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SyKQXwG4YhI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ef7d5AG8ld4/s320/Screenshot0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414048439777911314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let kids play around or send them to school to learn the basic stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't have to look out for them 24/7. I can either quit the game and freeze the time or quit the game and let the time run. So simple, quite boring but works like a digimon or your classic tamagochi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a very fun game but it's fun to check on them when you really have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for Christmas, the New Year, and for CNY too. It's all things to look forward to. Happy Holidays, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-6960686462279299732?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/6960686462279299732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=6960686462279299732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/6960686462279299732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/6960686462279299732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-boredom.html' title='December boredom'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SyKQW3V-5WI/AAAAAAAAAm4/NC4HQXN4wBE/s72-c/Screenshot0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-1476180037034926382</id><published>2009-12-01T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:51:47.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is history.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Gift, that's why it is called, PRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Master Oogway (KungFu Panda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-1476180037034926382?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/1476180037034926382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=1476180037034926382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1476180037034926382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1476180037034926382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2009/12/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-1835555081808041350</id><published>2009-11-25T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:08:25.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night craves</title><content type='html'>I need a glass of margarita with a basket of garlic bread now. I'm hungry for the great taste of a garlic bread and thirsty for some alcohol in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get all drowsy and groggy, a pot of BKT will soon ease the problem. Doesn't that sound great? If only I had an anything-vending-machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein, create one already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-1835555081808041350?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/1835555081808041350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=1835555081808041350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1835555081808041350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/1835555081808041350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2009/11/late-night-craves.html' title='Late night craves'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-5674581630301897430</id><published>2009-11-22T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:23:22.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring rain</title><content type='html'>Just a few random shot at the Mines. It was really disappointing to go all out to end up at a place that is under renovation, the ice world (or whatever you call it). On top of that, it kept raining all the way from Klang to Mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SwkPueWWaaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JHH0zuNwTTg/s1600/21112009094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SwkPueWWaaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JHH0zuNwTTg/s320/21112009094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870118730197410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boat ride ain't cheap. It was like day light robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SwkPt8oNbiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U2-DO0Ox-rw/s1600/21112009095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SwkPt8oNbiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U2-DO0Ox-rw/s320/21112009095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870109678300706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the only thing we could do was to have a meal and head up to level3 for the so called 'digital mall'. Which the prices ain't that cheap to begin with either. Bought a MicroSD 4GB for rm45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed on towards Petaling street after that. I enjoyed bargaining for the first thing when I got there, but after a while, it gets so tiring and annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-5674581630301897430?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/5674581630301897430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=5674581630301897430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/5674581630301897430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/5674581630301897430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2009/11/pouring-rain.html' title='Pouring rain'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ogiiwJ8Sj0/SwkPueWWaaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JHH0zuNwTTg/s72-c/21112009094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976145401052012830.post-4829790030360601436</id><published>2009-11-21T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:33:01.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We hopped and finally stopped at Quattro.</title><content type='html'>From Rootz, to Zouk, then we ended up at Quattro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at Quattro's four season club was not too bad. According to friends, the dance floor below has no comparison to the top place where we were last night. I like the shaking hard surface (because of the beaming loud music) of the top where it makes you feel like you can never walk a straight line on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to clubs a few times but hated it altogether. This one, is a beginning of something new. I could actually enjoy myself and see those tipsy people getting all hyped. And they get kinda cute! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of vodka, a little of company, a greater much of music, and you feel your body's shaking on its own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't see why I won't go there again. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-4829790030360601436?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/4829790030360601436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=4829790030360601436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4829790030360601436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/4829790030360601436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-hoped-and-finally-stopped-at-quattro.html' title='We hopped and finally stopped at Quattro.'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4976145401052012830.post-3178544752100736080</id><published>2009-11-08T14:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:58:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stave One</title><content type='html'>On one of the very cold nights during winter, Jennifer and friends, Missy, Jake, Michael, and Suzie went for a walk down the quiet and dark street across one of those very dodgy pubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking, Jennifer looked towards Michael and said, 'Mike, I would appreciate it if you could borrow me a light.' while digging into her skimpy old jeans for a cigarette and walking aimlessly. Michael took out a lighter and helped Jennifer light her cigarette and without hesitating, he bent towards Jennifer and whispered, 'Would you return my favour with a rough night in bed?' Jennifer coughed out of shock and did not say another word to Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mike and Jake continued walking, out of a sudden one of the guys from the pub came up to them and said, 'Hola, cowboys. Would you mind sticking in around for a while? Company is running low around here nowadays, is everyone dying?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake shrugged, 'Are you like gay or what, cowboy?'&lt;br /&gt;'Now boy, that is a very harsh word to be saying, but if gay is what you call people like me, then a gay is what i am,' he sniggered.&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry to break the enthusiasm, but I am not running in the very same channel as you. Mind changing it for a while, cowboy?' Jake dared.&lt;br /&gt;'Come on, Jake. Don't push it' Mike bugged.&lt;br /&gt;'Now you sound more like a gentleman to me boy, won't you mind coming in then?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike pulled Jake and forced the girls to walk away in a quick manner that even the man from the pub was wondering what was going on. When he finally realised that all of them were trying to make an escape, he whistled a high pitched tone and all of his other mates from the pub begin walking in a fast pace towards him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4976145401052012830-3178544752100736080?l=theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/feeds/3178544752100736080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4976145401052012830&amp;postID=3178544752100736080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3178544752100736080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4976145401052012830/posts/default/3178544752100736080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldlooksuponme.blogspot.com/2009/11/stave-one.html' title='Stave One'/><author><name>MeL OHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458918307793165528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
