tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52743162011-04-22T04:41:21.160+08:00My LiTtLe DiaRy...AnOthEr SidE Of MeMelissanoreply@blogger.comBlogger3141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1161160587474651972006-10-18T16:33:00.000+08:002006-10-18T16:36:27.496+08:00after 300 odd posts here over the past few years since sec 1. i have decided its time for a new blog. to protect it from prying eyes i shant put the new address here. ask me for it if you want it and i just might give it to you. thank you for faithfully reading my blog all these years (if you have been) on a regular basis. i love you loads for coming here if your intention is to see how i am Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1161101929510111282006-10-18T00:09:00.000+08:002006-10-18T00:18:49.536+08:00this is the 3rd post of the day and its ridiculous that i have been slacking the whole of today away. but somehow i feel compelled to do just post this random thought.
what is love? specifically romantic love.
this is something i have been asking myself since that day at csc with ming, xinling and bose. i have been trying to find an all encompassing definition of it.
my favourite chapter inMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1161098183572311212006-10-17T23:12:00.000+08:002006-10-17T23:16:23.586+08:00i actually had this entry of heartfelt shoutouts to the 10 people i love most. but it got deleted and i wont bother writing it all over again. i will do it another day.Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1161083131476298392006-10-17T18:43:00.000+08:002006-10-17T19:05:31.496+08:00stumbled upon enli's blog just now and this comment she wrote left me thinking and compelled to post an entry. enli wrote "over the years, we have all changed so much".
i guess the people who are in a better postition to observe this mega change in me over the years are my parents, siblings, joanne, enli, michelle and jacinta. since i have been living with my family all my life (DUH-UH), and Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160996400808818122006-10-16T18:49:00.000+08:002006-10-16T19:00:00.836+08:00allow me to indulge in some madness before i attempt to begin on my 4000 word long ee. and so i know i am doing bd, but exactly what i am still unsure. what a failure. by tonight i have to get the exact topic and the outline of each chapter done. oh well, its only 4000 words i am sure i can do it. and so i was looking through my lit notes from the last 2 years and this is what i found. it was an Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160927238109229572006-10-15T23:18:00.000+08:002006-10-15T23:47:18.126+08:00initially, i wanted to post the lyrics of a song that the clique brought up last night. its very appropriate for a time like this... but its too pointed. and as such, i will keep it to myself.
i seriously should consider password protecting this place. away from the prying eyes of some. maybe i should get down to it one day from xinling.
there are a zillion things running through my mind now.Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160905139311499342006-10-15T17:30:00.000+08:002006-10-15T17:38:59.326+08:00 i can conclude mel is a taitai in the making who can cook damm well. hehs she cooked rosti for dinner and it was yummy :)
HAHA THAT WAS WHAT JOANNE WROTE ABOUT ME. MEL CAN COOK! lol=)) i am not so sure about the taitai in the making part but i can cook lol.
initially i wanted to rant that out of my list of 7 things to do, i only completed one. that is jewelfest yesterday. mummy, daddy, Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160799581434306912006-10-14T12:15:00.000+08:002006-10-14T12:19:41.453+08:00hello stranger!
pink flowers. pink hearts. pink shoes. pink hairbands. pink room. pink carpet. pink sofa. pink table. pink wind chime. pink seashells. pink skirts. pink handbags. pink phone. pink earrings. all things pink.
purple walls. purple soap. purple shampoo. purple towels. purple bags. purple chair. purple drawers. purple hair clips. purple necklaces. purple crsytals. all things purpleMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160758600957655632006-10-14T00:47:00.000+08:002006-10-14T00:56:40.976+08:00today was probably the most interesting day of the holidays. i have learnt a few things.
1) i cannot cycle fast.2) choong is a photowhore in disguise.3) i can survive a day like this and i enjoy it. on a more serious note, the conversation xinling, ming, bose and i had today while waiting for my mum at csc set me thinking. thinking real hard. and so this weekend, i will use it to sort out theseMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160580530352616522006-10-11T22:52:00.000+08:002006-10-11T23:28:50.370+08:00i was looking through some random pictures on the net and i saw some lasers going off on the start line. and somehow, i realised i miss sailing. though i was never and will never be an accomplished sailor like colin, calvin, nick or katja for that matter i guess i am accomplished in my own tiny sense. sailing has taught me alot. beyond the theory, tatics, rules, reading the weather and all, it Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160573752783765982006-10-11T21:31:00.000+08:002006-10-11T21:35:52.813+08:00Well she's all you'd ever want,She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner.Well she always knows her place.She's got style, she's got grace, She's a winner.She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady.Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.Well she's never in the waySomething always nice to say, Oh what a blessing.I can leave her on her ownKnowing she's okay alone, and Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160533648995884502006-10-11T10:17:00.000+08:002006-10-11T10:27:29.010+08:00HAHA and so i will rot here till joanne finishes school at 3.
honestly there are so much things to do. cas, ee, tok, business ia, pack my room, econs ia, file stuff, clear my sec 4 stuff ( i know i did it, but the other day i found another box of stuff in my old study room. HOW ANNOYING). start working on my christmas presents ( there wont be much time at the end of the year for this in view ofMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160372661500843392006-10-09T12:38:00.000+08:002006-10-09T16:34:20.950+08:00haha i cant help but count down to this weekend. my mahjong all-nighter. all i need is 3 from the 7 of you all to be game=) and we shall play mahjong non-stop. and there is mahjong with jiayi too! haha i think we should form a mahjong gang consisting of people who stay around here. jiayi, xuan, me and one more. now we will have to go about finding the missing person. and haha and i have a date Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160322850762477472006-10-08T23:42:00.000+08:002006-10-08T23:54:10.780+08:00i ought to be sleeping now. with chem tmr. but i just cant help resist blogging. haha
when i log onto messenger, its a norm for me to scroll down my entire contact list and look at everyone's nicks. just now, i saw many interesting ones.
the typical sailors' nicks. like mr poh: the haze is so bad, i hope O levels are cancelled. HAHA YOU WISH. and then in true edwin-fashion: sorry man, i couldMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160287286860447552006-10-08T13:51:00.000+08:002006-10-08T14:01:26.876+08:00there are 5 things i am going to do after the exams. 1) go to the airport. find a cozy corner and watch the planes fly.2) find a nice tree in the botanic gardens, sit under it, bring a nice drink and read du maurier.3) sit at venezia. feel the difference of going there but not studying. HAHA4) sit at coffee bean wheelock and PEOPLE WATCH. watch the different people walking through town. thats Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160236614386914272006-10-07T23:50:00.001+08:002006-10-07T23:56:54.403+08:00its at times like this when i wonder it it has been worth it. maybe more time is still needed.Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160210397049413502006-10-07T16:32:00.000+08:002006-10-07T16:39:57.066+08:00its friends like joanne and ty that make your shitty day alright=) thank you darlings i love you all loads.
yesterday was the most harrowing day of the exam period. i guess you can call it a burnout of the highest form. i messaged jo and ty to tell them how i felt. and jo the darling sent me a veryveyry encouraging message and ty called=) we spoke for like 45 mins and i felt much better much Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160147184338342812006-10-06T23:04:00.000+08:002006-10-06T23:06:24.353+08:00A Student's Prayer
Creator of all things, true source of Light and Wisdom, lofty source of all Being, graciously let a ray of Your Brilliance penetrate into the darkness of my understanding and take from me the double darkness in which I have been born, sin and ignorance.
Give me a sharp sense of understanding , a retentive memory, and the ability to grasp things correctly and fundamentally.
Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160132498435769082006-10-06T18:53:00.000+08:002006-10-06T19:01:38.460+08:00When marimba rhythms start to playDance with me, make me swayLike a lazy ocean hugs the shoreHold me close, sway me more Like a flower bending in the breezeBend with me, sway with easeWhen we dance you have a way with meStay with me, sway with me Other dancers may be on the floorDear, but my eyes will see only youOnly you have that magic techniqueWhen we sway I go weak I can hear the sounds ofMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160052769696396392006-10-05T20:43:00.000+08:002006-10-05T20:52:49.720+08:003rd post of the day. shows how much time i have been spending in front of the computer during exams. arrgghh i need to start mugging tonight. but i just have to post these lyrics. absolutely beautiful.
When marimba rhythms start to playDance with me, make me swayLike a lazy ocean hugs the shoreHold me close, sway me more Like a flower bending in the breezeBend with me, sway with easeWhen we Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160042993069019232006-10-05T17:57:00.000+08:002006-10-05T18:09:53.086+08:00i like it when halloween is round the corner. its the only time of the year where cold storage inports reeeses into singapore. HAHA. its fattening but i like it. i remember snacking on it almost everyday in us. its delightful sinking your teeth through the nice layer of milk chocolate and when the chunky peanut butter appears, its absolutely heaven. initially, i thought chocolate and peanut Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1160029868860207312006-10-05T14:24:00.000+08:002006-10-05T14:31:08.880+08:00whatever i handed up for econs today was no better than a piece of scrap paper. wth. i can just kiss my 6 goodbye. and pray that its a 5 and not a 4.
the paper was okay. but stupid me was unable to recall my externalities graph. and as such, i have the feeling everyone is going to ace the damn thing, leaving me behind without any moderation. what the heck.
but i will probably wont fail.
andMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159962226297291562006-10-04T19:39:00.000+08:002006-10-04T19:43:46.320+08:00i am praying, praying very hard and crossing all my 20 fingers and toes that oligopoly or rather specifically the dumb ass kinked demand curve does not come out. or i will just die. i will leave the paper blank. and i hope i dont get a brain freeze. the possibility of it happening tomorrow is like more thank half.
somehow, i know i wont do as well this time round as i did for common tests Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159875182396070232006-10-03T19:26:00.000+08:002006-10-03T19:33:02.416+08:00BEL WONGGG. where are you? you are not replying to my sms-es. we need to go shopping. i miss you and your bimbotic laughter. HAHA and i need shoes. i obviously cannot shop with the lousy guys in my school, none of them can hold a candle to you. we need to go check out that uber huge mall near your house. i think we will need 2 days for that though haha. ANDANDANDDD, lets go to town as well. i Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159861014362602262006-10-03T15:29:00.000+08:002006-10-03T15:36:54.380+08:00sometimes when i jog, i wonder when is it going to end. similarly, i keep asking myself these few days when will these all end. time seems to be passing by really slowly and i dunnoe what to revise for math. i just feel so tired. oh well, i will go for a nap. and finish math and econs by tonight. and i know that the end is near. its just that sometimes it seems that i am running this never-endingMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159785440286439412006-10-02T18:32:00.000+08:002006-10-02T18:45:18.176+08:00i know what i am going to do when i grow up. i am going to marry my chem, econs and math books and then, live happily ever after. like how all fairy tales go. WHAHAHAHAHA. what nonsense. i rather marry one who owns zara and the whole of orchard road.
and so its 1 down and 5 to go. but chinese does not count. so its 4 to go.
i like the poem we had for english today. one thing good about ib Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159713887081772572006-10-01T22:37:00.000+08:002006-10-01T22:51:00.516+08:00and so one last post to calm my nerves before i sleep. its gonna take me awhile to fall asleep i know. quite awhile and its going to be the first major exams without the influence of medicine. lets hope things will turn out fine.
during dinner, i was sitting in the dining eating all alone. mum dad and matilda went out for some party and eugene was out for dinner, leaving me alone. and this Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159690199514236432006-10-01T16:00:00.000+08:002006-10-01T16:09:59.530+08:00the lure to pop by town today afetr church just to get something was extra srong today. its the exam stress. and i am glad to say that being the good girl melly is, she resisted it and went off to coffee bean to study econs and chem for 4 hours. are you surprised? cause she surprised herself too! BUT, she promises herself that the moment the exams end, she is going to hit the shops. and buy a Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159628561171759652006-09-30T22:45:00.000+08:002006-09-30T23:02:41.190+08:00i just realised something. miss goh went off last night. and i did not get to say bye. i guess the hustle and bustle of school got the better of my schedule, though i remember writing it down clearly somewhere to go see her off. oh well, whats past is past.
though i did not quite get along with her in the past 2 years, i admire her passion and fervor for teaching lit. feminist lit in Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159597323285072602006-09-30T14:13:00.000+08:002006-09-30T14:22:03.300+08:00alomst every j1's or yr5's blog i read today had some reference to not being retained. HAHAHAHA. and although i have never studied so hard in my entire life before, i think the amount of time spent studying this year is cumulative of the amount i spent over the past 4 years in crescent. and yet, i have never felt so uncertain about my grades before. i think its just ib and the fact that you are Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159534917723804512006-09-29T20:58:00.000+08:002006-09-29T21:01:57.740+08:00and so, for tonight and the next few nights i shall lock myself in my room and study or at least pretend to. so that i wont have to indulge in mindless conversations that will result in either party being pissed off. thankfully, the exams are round the corner. for the first time in my life, i am grateful for exams.
okay, enough ranting. i just need to get through this weekend. and then i will Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159462843435487752006-09-29T00:52:00.000+08:002006-09-29T01:00:43.456+08:00for some strange reason, i kept listening to christmas carols just now. i think i am going mad. i want to go for carolling this year. hopefully, it would not clash with winter school. and for some reason, i feel like staying in london for christmas. just somewhere away just for this year. but then again, i will miss singing hymns in church. the christmas ones especially. but if i spend christmas Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159444736963019932006-09-28T19:46:00.000+08:002006-09-28T19:58:56.980+08:00i felt this high for today. even if the world comes crashing down on me, i will be ready to put it all together. till the brown talk today.
i need my night under breakwaters soon.
speaking about breakwaters, i remember blogging about them earlier this year.
the brown thingy today made me unsure of the future. very afraid. it shattered my confidence about entering a university and making it Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159379732395919552006-09-28T01:43:00.000+08:002006-09-28T01:55:32.450+08:00i am so in love with this song. its beautiful. absolutely beautiful. ian sent it to me and i have been listening to it all evening. actually i have heard this in the club before every sunday after tennis where we would sit by the pool for a drink. i liked it, but was never as in love with it as i am with it now.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,And think of youCaught up in circles Is Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159353772676211012006-09-27T18:36:00.000+08:002006-09-27T18:42:52.690+08:00MUGMELLYMUG..
arrggghhh i am not mugging enough. i am soooo gonna get into that dumbass focus camp. like whati told daniel the other day, i am not meant for studying. it sucks. like a vacum cleaner. it sucks your soul away when you think of books and all only. thing is, i am not retentive enough. doing chem just now made me realised how much i actuallty forgot. danmit. i am so gonna leave school Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159270508372932202006-09-26T19:31:00.000+08:002006-09-26T19:35:08.393+08:00i went to school today, and a blueberry tart made my day. though i did not get to eat it in the end, (i bet some greedy boy took it) i still appreciate the gesture. thank you darling=)
its simple things like these that shows that someone cares that never fail to make my dayMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159193186474621722006-09-25T21:54:00.000+08:002006-09-25T22:06:26.510+08:00melly ought to be studying business now. she told herself she would finish the whole of marketing by last weekend, but till now, she is still 3 chapters away from being done. she was supposed to finish econs 3.2 by sat, but again, its still half done. arrgghh. she hates it because she just cant start. maybe this is what they mean by burnout.
burn?out? /?b?rn?a?t/ Pronunciation Key - Show Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159109144672798362006-09-24T22:36:00.000+08:002006-09-24T22:45:44.700+08:00One night to Naples
With the moon and the sea
I have met an angel
That it could not more fly
One night to Naples
Of stars scordò
And also without wings
In sky it carried to me
With he flying far away from the earth
Forgetting the sadnesses about the evening
In paradise, beyond clouds
Crazy of love like the lucciole
How much time can last?
How many nights to dream?
How many Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159105481271434332006-09-24T21:27:00.000+08:002006-09-24T21:44:41.286+08:00i am not going to eat in school anymore. neither will i buy food/stuff for that matter from anywhere.i am going to save 50 bucks a week. i have no idea how, since thats the amount i am getting and its impossible not to spend. butbutbut, i have to start saving. there is so much i want to buy from uk at the end of the year. the lack of time shall be a problem which i will solve later, even if that Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1159092998133675012006-09-24T18:12:00.000+08:002006-09-24T18:16:38.146+08:00and so today was rather unproductive. but i had fun with my brother. perhaps i can never be a proper full time student and sit down and just mug hard for one day. it shows somehting doesnt it? haha i am not meant for books and neither were they meant for me. esp those on subjects like econs. business is becoming such a bore and chore to study. oh well off now for a nice dinner tonight. will blog Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1158917823044744222006-09-22T17:22:00.000+08:002006-09-22T17:42:22.400+08:00allow melly to blog for a while before she goes off to tackle the last chapter of econs and marketing.
melly came home an extremely tried girl. she was supposed to study with xinling after school, but her desire to sleep got the better of her. and so, she went off for a nice lunch with mummy and matilda before she came home and slept like a log. a dead log. she slept through half an hour's Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1158862271493145282006-09-22T02:05:00.000+08:002006-09-22T02:11:11.540+08:00i miss my the clique. was reading jo's blog and haha jo, i miss you loads too!!! oh well, this week is exactly what i would call bittersweet. like dark chocolate. oh well. okay chem for a while more before i go to bed.
i need to go shopping. HAHA. i just typed i have a fetish for shoes. and then deleted it. cause i remembered what bel darling told me. HAHAHAHAHA. belllll... if you are reading Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1158680977423737192006-09-19T23:41:00.000+08:002006-09-19T23:49:37.473+08:00after the exams, i am going to take a long walk by the beach. by the breakwaters under the stars. its something absolutely therapeutical. i used to do it all the time. when life was less hetic. oh well, i would do anything just for a night by the breakwaters.
oh well, when everything goes wrong, we will jst have to move along. but everything isnt exactly going wrong. i miss 4mian8fang.Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1158505737312579312006-09-17T23:06:00.000+08:002006-09-17T23:08:57.326+08:00life, like love and relationships, is absolutely fragile. i guess i will never be able to grasp the concept of death.
when you get up there, i wonder if you all will still quarrel.Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1158336319261371652006-09-15T23:55:00.000+08:002006-09-16T00:05:19.466+08:00
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with string, These are a few of my favorite things.
Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudel,
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings, These are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses and blue Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1158243100152837292006-09-14T21:54:00.000+08:002006-09-14T22:11:40.986+08:00The sun has left and forgotten me It's dark, I cannot see Why does this rain pour down I'm gonna drown In a sea Of deep confusion Somebody told me, I don't know who Whenever you are sad and blue And you're feelin' all alone and left behind Just take a look inside and you will find You gotta hold on, hold on through the night Hang on, things will be all right Even when it's dark And not a bit ofMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1158067125513483982006-09-12T21:09:00.000+08:002006-09-12T21:18:45.826+08:00was reading through forbes. and this was on the last page. i love the quotable quotes. it always provides me with food for thought.
what love is, if thou wouldst be taught,Thy heart must teach alone-two souls with but a single thought,two hearts that beat as one. -friedrich halm as clement said, melly is a brave girl. she will pull through all these. and i will never forget the analogy of a Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1157895595020859902006-09-10T21:22:00.000+08:002006-09-10T21:39:55.123+08:00I don't mind spending some timeJust hanging here with you'Cause I don't find too many guysThat treat me like you do.Those other guys all wanna take me for a rideBut when I walk they talk of suicideSome people never get beyond their stupid prideBut you can see the real me insideAnd I'm satisfied Even though the gods are crazyEven though the stars are blindIf you show me real love babyI'll show Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1157725555176914672006-09-08T22:12:00.000+08:002006-09-08T22:25:55.356+08:00and so, i will wait here contented with nice music and a good book and watch the world go by. or at least try to be contented. i never knew i would have been affected so much. you know some say, when you cry over a guy, he is the one. others say, the one who makes you cry is definitely not the one. go figure.
and so the holidays were here and are gone soon. weekends dont count, we always get Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1157646668060658772006-09-08T00:22:00.000+08:002006-09-08T00:31:08.133+08:00shopping today with mummy was nice. winter is coming and so the shops were selling trenches. it reminds me of last year end when i went shopping for a trench for spimun. after Os and i was elated about spimun. plus it was high time i got one anyway haha and so i got this rather clasic piece from mango. haha i remb i was with jo when i got it. today was nice, trying on the trenches at tangs and coMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1157552449058429752006-09-06T22:15:00.000+08:002006-09-06T22:20:49.123+08:00the holidays are halfway through and i still remember the promise you made. i hate broken promises.
oh well, in this delicate/fragile thing called love, we will just have to learn as we move along dont we? perhaps its like this for all things.
oh well, when everything goes wrong, we will just have to move along. smilemellysmile. this week would have been near perfect without the mugging.
Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1157461385218771872006-09-05T20:18:00.000+08:002006-09-05T21:07:08.673+08:00i know collide is a banned song between xinling and i, but i just could not stop listening to it on my way home. oh well.
and my mum used to sing this to me all the time in bed, its my bedtime song. que sara sara. its absolutely beautiful. it shall be my bedtime song for my daughter too and perhaps i will name her sara. haha
When I was just a little girl
asked my mother what will I be
Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1157379161649116102006-09-04T22:04:00.000+08:002006-09-04T22:12:41.736+08:00i found the light of the tunnel. its from my favourite chapter of the bible. and so, i am enlightened.
but i will still take this stand of mine.
oh well, sometimes i still wonder if its the right thing to do. whats past its past melly. dont look back, remember when things go wrong, we wil just have to move along. and so, move along melly. embrace tmr, make the best out of it.
mugging Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1157295175770780222006-09-03T22:39:00.000+08:002006-09-03T22:52:55.873+08:00and as the last hours of today approaches, my perfect week is drawing to a close. and i thank everyone who has been a part of it, 4mian8fang, 4c3, jean, nick, katja and denise. and so, this week has indeed been perfect, pigging out, sleeping, watching good movies (except for monster house) and of course, shopping! of course, there was the usual gossiping and catching up and bitching. i could Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1157162237968934982006-09-02T09:44:00.000+08:002006-09-02T09:57:19.263+08:00i feel like a phony. a real phony at that, trying to give someone guy advice when my life is in a huge mess. oh well, perhaps it is indeed what we perceive of it and so, smile melly smile, its still a perfect week.
yesterday was nice, it was good to meet katja and nick. them and the clique made my day totaly. and the week is getting even more perfect cause tmr, we are going to miss goh's place Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1157094245624126472006-09-01T14:45:00.000+08:002006-09-01T15:04:05.720+08:00boo=) i am now on the roof and the whole gang is over. jo teo and sb are on the roof playing with bubbles, cy dia and ty are tanning and gy was next to me, now she is downsatirs playing the piano. how anti-social is that. haha okay i am a happy girl. the gang is over and i had myt shopping spree yeaterday. retail therapy is threapeutical. and so now, all of them are taning and i am under the Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156943596881425062006-08-30T21:09:00.000+08:002006-08-30T21:13:16.893+08:00my week is getting more perfect by the moment. i can possibly say this week has been the best week of the year. thank you lord=) perhaps indeed, life is really what you make of it.
3108 is tmr. the day that has helped me pull through shit. i cant wait. i have sososososo much to tell you guys. imagine, this time tmr, we will be all bunched up either on the roof or in the room gossiping, taking Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156769238327925422006-08-28T20:28:00.000+08:002006-08-28T20:47:19.893+08:00since i have been writing poems for the gang lately, haha i shall write one for jean too. just to be fair. i will try to make it rhyme but i am sure it will turn out gibberish. haha but not today darling, sorry. i have alot of work to do.
and so, my perfect week begins. this is not only the last week of term, my social calender is starting to fill up, just like the good old days. haha this weekMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156670311872740102006-08-27T17:13:00.000+08:002006-08-27T17:18:31.880+08:00this is the lamest pick up line EVER.
you are cos^2 X and i am sin^2 X, together, we are one.
HURHURHUR.
i will slap which ever guy who says that to me or any one i know for that
matter. its the most corny pick up line ever.
haha okay so extravagant melly. get a hold on your spending. i wont bother going into the details. all you need to know is i went on a shopping spree today. its Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156656432146624782006-08-27T12:53:00.000+08:002006-08-27T13:27:12.256+08:00lets talk about love.
its something i thought i knew, but it seems that you have opened a pandora's box. maybe not pandora's but it made me question alot.
okay and so, there are so many types of love around us.
firstly there is love for our God and His love for us. this transcends everything and is the most powerful sort of love. i have no idea how to pen this down, but i guess you have an Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156595392402690552006-08-26T20:20:00.000+08:002006-08-26T20:29:55.313+08:00i love xinling. haha she wrote this in her blog yest: i hope melly is a happy girl today. she really does deserve to be one.
haha yes darling, i am happy cause i have such great friends watching over me and being there for me, therefore, i have no reason to be unhappy=))
and so from now on, i will find something to be happy about daily. like how the scouts do a good deed a day, i will rejoiceMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156567932652271592006-08-26T12:33:00.000+08:002006-08-26T12:52:12.763+08:00if words dont come my way, i hope you still know what my heart wants to say. this is for all i love. especially so for 4mian8fang, jean and you.
random thought of the day.
oh well, dinner with jean on mon. though i dont know what to expect it will definitely something to look forward to. at least she is someone i can confide and bare my soul to without having to worry about what i tell her Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156418575578709922006-08-24T18:55:00.000+08:002006-08-24T23:19:21.400+08:00i have every reason to be an emo teenager with loads of angst. in fact, today was definitely angsty. but no, i wont allow angst to overtake me. its just not right.
and so here we are, standing at crossorads of our lives. unsure and still deliberating our next step. the only reason for this i figured is that we want certainity in the future, which is why this whole period of mulling. but if we Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156237732954738322006-08-22T17:08:00.000+08:002006-08-22T17:08:52.966+08:00Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're going
I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end-- waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me.Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156225132638300112006-08-22T13:29:00.000+08:002006-08-22T13:38:52.653+08:00sometimes when everything goes wrong, we will just have to move along dont we? today is a perfect example of it. here i am at home, sick and yet still doing math portfolio, making so many mistakes or rather being unable to comprehend some parts of it. and trying to understand you. oh well, i will just have to move along, and finish math and all.
and i am fine thank you. things are not so good Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156151612858678852006-08-21T17:11:00.000+08:002006-08-21T17:13:32.870+08:00why bother guarding my sensibilities when we have come thus far?Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156085813259664042006-08-20T22:49:00.000+08:002006-08-20T22:58:28.960+08:00this is my second post for today. and i must blog about today even though i have a pile of work waiting for me to finish. lydia and jean made my day.
let me talk about lydia first since it was the first event that made my day. she blogged about the clique. it was somewhat a nostaglic entry, but nonetheless, now i know that my high pitched laughter, nosiness and bimboness is loved and missed Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156066005550565612006-08-20T17:17:00.000+08:002006-08-20T17:26:45.563+08:00lydia and i were typing random quotes from bonesetter's daughter last night. and this struck me most "how can you express love as a percentage". it applies to us doesnt it?
bonesetter;'s daughter has taught me something beyond literary skills and techniques. it has taught me how to love. how to love my mum more and how to appreciate her much better, i can say, one good thing that has happened Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1156002235233558992006-08-19T23:32:00.000+08:002006-08-19T23:43:55.266+08:00i was talking to xinling just now. discussing love. and she told me this: i think you cant find love, love finds you eventually. okay, i shall wash my hands off all these for the moment. mathmathmath. smile melly smile. its still a beautiful world out there.
and i swear something is wrong with me. my mum brought me out shopping for a while just now, cause she told me i looked veryvery stressed Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155965957109058862006-08-19T13:26:00.000+08:002006-08-19T13:39:17.143+08:00this morning, i was online and saw arturo's nick. its been a longlong time since i last talked to him and i miss him. i will never forget the last day in us during the closing ceremony. i was in tears and he walked up to me, and passed me a handekerchief and told me, melissa, dont cry, i will see you soon. at gyls hopefully. he told me to visit him in portugal when i miss him and that whenever i Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155906150508072272006-08-18T20:43:00.000+08:002006-08-18T21:02:30.606+08:00i hate math portfolio. i went around singapore on a wild goose chase trying to find autograph. only to realise from xinling that there is this illegal thingy (a 30 day trial which will never expire). wth. all my efforts and money spent are wasted.
nonetheless, it was nice talking to my mum on the way searching and ranting to her about life and how school sucks. how we are loaded with homework Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155823868037588282006-08-17T21:52:00.000+08:002006-08-17T22:13:09.176+08:00lets just say that its still a beautiful world out there, and i need to learn to appreciate that. its a beautiful and windy night tonight. and despite whatever that has happened, i know i have a wondeful bunch of pple comstantly watching over me, being there for me. and that is all that matters, perhaps that is all that matters. i dont know. and yes, i have been disappointed, terribly Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155659771234942192006-08-16T00:26:00.000+08:002006-08-16T00:36:11.330+08:00The sun has left and forgotten me It's dark, I cannot see Why does this rain pour down I'm gonna drown In a sea of deep confusion Somebody told me, I don't know who Whenever you are sad and blue And you're feelin' all alone and left behind Just take a look inside you and you will find You gotta hold on, hold on through the night Hang on, things will be all right Even when it's dark And not a bit Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155573523385587582006-08-15T00:24:00.000+08:002006-08-15T00:38:43.493+08:00you know my brother told me recently that dreams at our age just dont come true. well, i certainly hope they do. i hope fairytales do exist too. then my world would be perfect. candy coated, but nonetheless, perfect in my opinion.
i was listening to pink martini again.
i shall send off with the lyrics of one of my favourite song. i remember i used to say last year that i will marry whoever Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155567333078785742006-08-14T22:50:00.000+08:002006-08-14T23:00:11.886+08:00i am certainly certain and absolutely positive that all these late nights. slogging my guts out will take a toll on my health. its effects are showing already. i am a perpectual panda bear with those dark and fugly eyebags. and i get random outbreaks so occasionally. and i get headaches ever so often. i swear this sucks. like a vacuum cleaner. it sucks the soul out of you. i need sleep.
i hope Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155463182955181602006-08-13T17:46:00.000+08:002006-08-13T17:59:42.966+08:00its amazing how the 8 of us bonded within a short span of 2 years and are still going strong. its undescrible. its something very hard to pen down and explain to you all. but its amazing. i thank God for every single one of you all.
i just wonder, will we be just as close 20 years down the road? will we still meet up regularly, share with each other as much as we do now? do you think we will beMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155458274467463042006-08-13T15:53:00.000+08:002006-08-13T16:37:54.546+08:00i hereby proclaim i love 4mian8fang to bits=))) they made my day again today! or rather the thought of them never fails to make my day. haha=))
the recent e mails and the photos cy sent just now of our sleepover and speech day brought back all the memories. though it was not a full clique reunion, ty, dia and gy were MIA. but nonetheless, we had fun. of course it would have been better if we Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155371286441439712006-08-12T16:21:00.000+08:002006-08-12T16:28:06.456+08:00my ipod was on shuffle mode. and then it started playing please rememeber by leanne rimes. i thought of you immediately.i wonder if you still come here. i am beginning to think otherwise.because you never aceeded to my request.or perhaps, you come here occasionally, and never got to see that post.either way, i miss the good times we had.the 2am phone calls. bitching about school, life and Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1155306170118220012006-08-11T22:19:00.000+08:002006-08-11T22:22:50.140+08:00i am back=)) i bet you all missed me truckloads!lol=))anw i love my clique. i came back to an inbox flooded with their lamenesshahahahahaha see jo's blog for details.looking back, we had this sort of lameness on a dail basis.now its the occasional one.now i know, i thrive on the lameness.the synergy that 8 of us creates. so darlings, mug hard for the moment.when the hols time, we will play hard!Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1154945865357310382006-08-07T18:09:00.000+08:002006-08-07T18:17:45.383+08:00so here i am blogging. whilst waiting for my dad to get back from workbefore we finally depart for our family holiday.this one is way overdue.the last family holiday was to bangkok too.but that does not really count cause my irritaing uncle and cousin came alongso it was not exactly a cozy and intimate holiday for us 5but more like babysitting my irritating cousins.so the last REAL family holidayMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1154869540534630032006-08-06T20:58:00.000+08:002006-08-06T21:05:40.563+08:00I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don't shed a tear
Through the darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I had it all
But I was waiting for you
was listening to it and it reminded me of youand the things in this world that dont really matter.anyway, ice cream was good just now. hahahawe should do it more Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1154852841972211052006-08-06T16:24:00.000+08:002006-08-06T16:27:21.986+08:00i feel like dancing now.as soonks put it. waltzing.its prob cause i am high after talking to cy just now.haha we now have a secret we cant tell the clique=)lol okay then i think itsd the post holiday euphoria that i am getting.i cant wait for tmr!
yay=) melly is veryveryvery hyper.but she has no one to share her hyperness with. hahaif only someone from the clique is online now.okay i shall go Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1154742725997324802006-08-05T09:41:00.000+08:002006-08-05T09:52:06.010+08:00i deleted my last post because i felt that it was too direct. well, i guess whats past is past. okay. haven last night was good. haha the clique should have came.pesta sukan later. i hope ac will do well.colin and ming wont be there.but we have lioniel and micheal. haha=)i am sure we will do well. okay then off to pack and maybe sleep somemore.i hope i can have a nice dinner tonight.was looking Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1154522013730985712006-08-02T20:25:00.001+08:002006-08-02T20:33:33.750+08:00i am glad you are much more settled in there now.i remember the beginning of the year where we would spend long hours on the phone, talking, crying, laughing about our past, present and future.whining about our lousy schools.but i guess everything is alright now.i will never forget those 2am calls.i hope you wont too.thank you god. i am glad for our conversation last night.if you consider it to Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1154436863655183792006-08-01T20:40:00.000+08:002006-08-01T20:54:23.760+08:00my iop is finally over. yay!but you know the work is piling up.its as high as mt everst. or maybe even higher.there is so much on my mind. so much for me to rant about.esp about the school and teachers and all.but knowing the kind of trouble i will get into.i shall definitely save my comments to myself.but really i should heed what daddy says.i have been thinking about it.and i dunnoe. should i Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1154358473084116172006-07-31T22:51:00.000+08:002006-07-31T23:07:57.363+08:00my hug-o-meter is dangerously low.if you get what i mean. this post is gonna be incoherrent unless you are me.so dont bother. i need an avenue to rant. thats all i wonder if you make unfulfilled promises on purpose.it hurts especially when you mean the world to meand tell me one thing and do another.maybe it hurts only because you mean the world to me and not the either way round. thats why you Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1154233317154429392006-07-30T12:17:00.000+08:002006-07-30T12:21:57.166+08:00after one hell of a week (the week before interschools), i remember telling myself and kwong ming that life could not get worse than that. guess what? it just did.
i feel like crying at the slightest little minute thing now when things dont go my way. and i ask myself what is happening and i cant find an answer.
that irks me. i need to go on a short holiday. during the national day holiday. i Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153934902589944092006-07-27T01:14:00.000+08:002006-07-27T01:28:22.686+08:00i am finally done with my iop first draft. have been working on it all afternoon. and so anyway, i am glad its done.hahaha the intial part made alot of sense, towards the ending, its gibberish simply because its now 115 am and i cannot think straight at all.
so anw, i am here to blog about a story zul told me yesterday. its a rather nice analogy and i feel compelled to share it with everyone Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153896750658903332006-07-26T14:43:00.000+08:002006-07-26T14:52:30.696+08:00i am starting to feel the sense of emptiness that i have been telling jean aboutand no, i am not running away from anything.i am going nowhere and face all this properly.there is a heck lot of work due.i came back early with a green formdue to the anxiety i was feeling about iop and yet i am blogging nowi simply need an avenue to rant.again, i came home with a spiltting headache.and slept for a Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153834409461381442006-07-25T21:27:00.000+08:002006-07-25T21:33:29.473+08:00i came home with a splitting headache today. and a pile of work too. but i slept my afternoon away cause the headache got the better of me. i can feel it. i am going to fall sick really soon. by tmr i will prob be in bed with a high fever or something. but i have to be well by friday. simply because of the sleepover. i mean i cant possibly spread it to the other 7 as well right? but then again, Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153669484542712212006-07-23T23:37:00.000+08:002006-07-25T21:38:18.980+08:00this is dedicated to my tcc/baker's inn partner.i was listening to it and i was reminded of us.i wonder if you even come and read my blog anymore.but nonetheless, i hope you are reading this.and if you do, just leave a tag or drop me message.thats all i want. Time, sometimes the time just slips awayAnd you are left with yesterdayLeft with the memoriesI, I'll always think of you and smileAnd be Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153635122888848122006-07-23T14:09:00.000+08:002006-07-23T14:12:02.903+08:00i feel like dancing now. except i need a partner. dancing to strains of vivaldi would be perfect.beneath the stars. i will do that when the clique sleepover this fri. YAY i cant wait. meanwhile i will have to clear as much work as possible.
for now, off to do iop. i promised to blog about my junior who brought me clubbing. but later, not now. work beckons. sorry eugene=(Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153501975334274842006-07-22T00:55:00.000+08:002006-07-22T01:12:55.436+08:00i hate nights like this when things get the better of me and set me thinking. its that i do not like to think. but rather, its thinking about unpleasnt stuff. bad memories. and certain people have made me extremely angsty recently. and these are people whom i am supposedly close to. i cant stand having to put up a facade and tolerate your nonsense when it annoys me to no end and you think its funMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153406079364825652006-07-20T22:31:00.000+08:002006-07-20T22:34:39.380+08:00i'm never gonna dance again the way i danced with you. that sums it up nicely. night world. it still is a beautiful world out there.i am gonna sit upstairs and gaze at the stars tonight.and tell myself everything is okay.isnt it?Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153230030494804052006-07-18T21:32:00.000+08:002006-07-18T21:40:30.576+08:00ser·en·dip·i·ty ( P ) Pronunciation Key (srn-dp-t)n. pl. ser·en·dip·i·ties
1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
2. The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.
3. An instance of making such a discovery. thats my favourite word.maybe its beacuse of the beautiful movie named after it.but nonetheless. it sounds nice and sweet to right.ser-en-di-pi-ty. or maybe its becauseMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153134966137236162006-07-17T19:05:00.001+08:002006-07-17T19:16:06.150+08:00hmm back from schoolwent out with xinling after that for a while.wanted to enquire about violin lessons. but the girl at yahama was not very helpful.i guess i will have to find a private teacher or something.hmm i wonder if i have time for such a huge commitment.but it has been my dream since primary 5.gosh i regret not starting earlier.so anyway go read jo's and teo's bloghahaha i bet they are Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1153068129007998442006-07-17T00:16:00.000+08:002006-07-17T00:42:09.070+08:00okay i realised my last post was pretty angstycause of one cd.hahaha.after dinner, my dad dropped me off at jelita and i went to rent love actually.i just finished it.and i am a happy girl now.hahaha.love actually is all around.yeah. it is.we just need to look out for it.its all around in the little gestures we all do for each other.checking up on a friend when he/she is sick.buying flowers for Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1152883004394188382006-07-14T20:57:00.001+08:002006-07-14T21:16:44.410+08:00 Trust in the Lord with all your heartLean not on your own understandingIn all of your ways acknowledge HimAnd He will make you paths straightDon't worry about tomorrowHe's got it under controlJust trust in the Lord with all of your heartAnd He will carry you through Lord, sometimes it gets so toughTo keep my eyes on YouWhen thinks are going roughBut when I turn my eyes up to the skyAnd I hear Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1152780147269547902006-07-13T16:28:00.000+08:002006-07-13T16:42:27.286+08:00To leave the thread of all timeAnd let it make a dark lineIn hopes that I can still findThe way back to the momentI took the turn and turned toBegin a new beginningStill looking for the answerI cannot find the finishIts either this or that wayIts one way or the otherIt should be one directionIt could be on reflectionThe turn I have just takenThe turn that I was makingI might be just beginningI Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274316.post-1152692691150580512006-07-12T16:14:00.000+08:002006-07-12T18:34:28.846+08:001 down 5 to go.while there have been pple who have alr finished it todaylife is unfair.then again, it is never fair so why am i complaining?okay. that is irrelevantbreakwaters.i shall talk about breakwaters today cause while i was having a nap just now, i had a dream.i was brought back to thurs/fri.where the girls were sitting by the breakwater in east coast, watching the guys and getting a nice Melissanoreply@blogger.com