<?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-6821768</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:08:48.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Explicit Rantings Ahead</title><subtitle type='html'>cool....wierd...funny</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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>749</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5925376971508355955</id><published>2011-03-28T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:09:44.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believed I got snapped at for asking questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I was just trying to get my head around the information because corporations law is really difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked and he was all "I DON'T KNOW BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE. I'M ANNOYED AT YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE ASKING ME ALL THESE QUESTIONS AND I CAN'T HELP YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that he would know. I was just seeing if my thoughts were plausible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for thinking that the whole idea that you can be a director, owner, shareholder and company all the same time, but yet you can also be director and shareholder but not owner and not the company. And you have have unlimited but partial liability and yet can sign contracts for no liability at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It's so easy to understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know that he's just as stupid as me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was just vocalising the questions because I was confused and curious. And he just happened to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's no excuse to be all snappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALWAYS WAITING FOR HIM AND I NEVER GET SNAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no..... here I am trying to do something constructive and OMG I'm being annoying because I'm asking questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask him anything again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't know anyway. I'm better off FUCKING GOOGLING IT. It's so easy to go though thousands of pages of someone else's ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate him. Never asking him anything every again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes up all the space and never puts his cups in the sink and leave trash around and never puts his dirty laundry in the basket and is forever forgetting to put the toilet seat down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I get annoyed, HE YELLS AT ME ABOUT MY EXPECTATIONS AND HOW I'M A HYPOCRITE AND I'M UNGRATEFUL AND UNAPPRECIATIVE AND HOW I'M A BABY AND I SHOULD STOP HATING HUMANITY AND HOW I NEVER LISTEN TO HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. He doesn't know anything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off fucking googling it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5925376971508355955?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5925376971508355955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5925376971508355955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#5925376971508355955' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5083351320964972673</id><published>2010-10-17T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:27:21.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/1191825.js?include=all&amp;size=medium&amp;style=button&amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_1191825"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5083351320964972673?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5083351320964972673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5083351320964972673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#5083351320964972673' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-1487325490319253353</id><published>2010-08-14T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:14:06.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In a Dream-like state of Mindlessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel that I live in a world where I am not entirely myself. Identity as a concept eludes me. Is it what we do or who we are that actually serves to define oneself? Although... I fear that the the former eventually leads to the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, sometimes the concept of reality seems but an illusion. It is a version of myself that I seem so out of touch with. The things I do, the people around me... In reality, they seemingly reflect so little about me that even I wonder the relevancy of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My identity somehow lies not with the makings of the real world but somewhat within the elusive gap that separates that from a dream. The me that exists in reality and the me that I know are sometimes not me at all. I occasionally wonder if I am a part of them, or them a part of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers claim that identity is a destination that one embarks on. A journey whose meaning becomes clearer as time goes by. I beg to differ. The simple question of "Who am I?" seems to be escaping my understanding the longer I am me. The question of my talents, my loves, my enemies... eludes me more than ever at this point in my life. I knew what they are once upon a time I suppose, but that time is forever lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the definition of identify in this sense lies not in the matter of who you are but something else entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a name enough to describe oneself as a whole? When I am hardly myself in my entirety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is lost a good enough word to describe being a stranger to myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what they call lost in translation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-1487325490319253353?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1487325490319253353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1487325490319253353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1487325490319253353' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-634033123210140747</id><published>2010-07-25T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:41:27.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;An Issue Of Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known that in this world, you can trust no one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you early notice at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something as simple as telling someone that you're going to move out of their house is left to the very last minute to the point that they can no longer find another tenant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I have since gotten over this. What brings me to this space is something of the same matter but the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you are staying with someone is something that should have been decided long before the eventual starting of school. Factors like rent, chores, the length of stay are things that are important and should not be left to the last minute. A landlord would not wait for someone who cannot give early notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have a room free in my apartment. And since I was initially going to spend a year in Japan, I was on the lookout for a house mate who could be responsible for my house and keep my other house mate company. Such a person (or so I thought) appeared- leading me to believe that all was going to be as I'd planned. Hardly. Of course, I do understand that no promises were made and that person might not see things the way I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that person decides to get back to me now. A week before school is due to start. And that person only wants to stay for 2 months. So, it's a bit pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm cursed. Every time I think I find someone who is able to share my burden of rent, that person decides to be irresponsible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess. I should be thankful! Thank Heaven that I saved myself a lot of worry and money by deciding to not go to Japan. Otherwise, I'd be pretty much fucked money and worry wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is, I should have been told weeks earlier of this development so that I did not have to keep asking about it. Plus, I would have time to give it a once over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no you can't stay with me for 2 months. I refuse to let my house be used as a transit hall for anyone who can't be bothered to give me early notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-634033123210140747?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/634033123210140747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/634033123210140747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#634033123210140747' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-1154307786884225798</id><published>2010-07-22T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:22:28.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suspicious Authority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely (if ever) look forward to seeing my relatives. By saying this, I mean my aunts. It seems, every time we have the inevitable meeting, I am plagued by statements and questions like "You've gotten fat!" and "What's wrong with your face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, it seemed like gaining their approval was equal to scaling the heights of Mount Everest. Their line of sight (in regards to me) has moved from my academic incompetency to my struggle to not be hideous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the only time I was ever thin enough was when I had a rather severe eating disorder lasting for about 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so terrible. Who ever the made them the authority on how well I do in school or how flawless my skin is? The question is, why the fuck are they always picking on me? Sometimes, I wonder if what I have endured throughout my childhood and adolescence amounts to some sort of psychological abuse. And whether my constant meltdowns, lack of confidence and probable need to consult a therapist stems from the fact that the very people who are my seniors are tormenting me throughout various stages of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thin, nor do I have perfect skin or hair, or eyebrows. Neither am I classically talented academically. I know that I have my merits but seeing them just erases all my sense of self and leaves me subjected to lashings of words regarding my inadequacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this only bothers me because I am a complete fool whose wounds have never and probable will never heal.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems horribly disrespectful to take such offence to people who share my bloodline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is sit and take it in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-1154307786884225798?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1154307786884225798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1154307786884225798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#1154307786884225798' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-6364038614427144882</id><published>2010-07-17T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:18:46.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After Ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a long time since I last posted anything of substantial value. Or anything at all for that matter. Well. I'm back to torment cyberspace with more incessant ideals for at least another post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have been on my mind lately. Of which one will be immortalized in words for today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;City Harvest. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already heard about the $300ish million and $28 thousand a month thing, I suggest you go google it and educate yourself. Now, I would first like to preface this by stating that I absolutely abhor City Harvest Church. I dislike the way the services are held, the way most of the congregation behaves and Pastor Sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I just think she's a second rate performer and it annoys me when Wikipedia claims that she was at the 2004 Grammy Awards. Go youtube it. And the song China Wine. You'll see what I'm talking about and become astounded by the fact that someone who produces songs like that is able to live in a $28000-a-month house in Hollywood Hills. Plus, if she made all that money, surely she can afford to wear something less hideous than that dress she allegedly (I say allegedly as I have yet to see a video of her actually in Kodak Theater. Or wherever they held the awards.) wore to the 2004 Grammy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I just don't like the institution and think that it is highly suspicious that a non-profit organisation has that amount of money. And! That someone who started a church finds it acceptable to bare her tummy in a crappy music video and spend that much money pursuing a frivolous career when there are people starving in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you say that I can save these people too, I would like to make clear that I do not profess to be a pastor, nor did I start and organisation that is somewhat expected to be charitable to a large extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-6364038614427144882?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6364038614427144882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6364038614427144882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#6364038614427144882' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-1317669143061593750</id><published>2010-04-12T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:22:41.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to write my birthday list now! =P As usual, presents are appreciated but never mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Style A to Z by Rachel Zoe (who is my current favourite celebrity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lancome Color Fever Gloss in Black Cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cooking mama for DS 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A Balenciaga book bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Coastalscents 88 palette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Lancome oscillating mascara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Stila cosmetics kajal eye liner in Onyx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ripped black tights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Angel time by Anne rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Lancome Mineral Power Foundation brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The original beauty bible by Paula Begoun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-1317669143061593750?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1317669143061593750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1317669143061593750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1317669143061593750' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-7610759753701488867</id><published>2010-04-03T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:00:46.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is one of those times where I find myself to be uncharacteristically contemplative and stoic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hungry for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-7610759753701488867?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7610759753701488867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7610759753701488867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7610759753701488867' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-2206032520255227311</id><published>2010-03-25T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:51:45.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2391.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_2391.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may possibly be the sweetest moment ever. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop this fabulous-ness immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I was flipping through my "friends"(most of them are people whom I've had random occurrences with. I tried to delete them, but they just kept adding me back.)  on facebook, and I noticed the amount of seemingly fabulous people I have as "friends". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... you know what I mean. There are all these people with studio shot pictures and people who never seem to take a bad photo despite there being a trillion pictures on their profile. Those people who seem to party every day and seem to lead the most fun lives. This is what constitutes the so-called "fabulousness" one uses in this instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just pissing me off. Do they never take bad pictures? Do these people never have an unglamorous moment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Seriously. They just make me feel like my life is very inadequate (which is as far from the truth one can possibly get). But I cannot help but feel annoyed at the fact that I slave away (and will slave away) for ages of my life and there are people (seemingly) leading the stress free life I deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I cannot delete them off facebook because they serve as a silent escape from the dronings of some law lecture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-2206032520255227311?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2206032520255227311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2206032520255227311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2206032520255227311' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3625858568149237124</id><published>2010-03-22T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:45:08.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not understand the appeal of soccer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? I don't think I like shopping as much as male human beings enjoy soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play it as a sport, a video game and watch it whatever chance they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fathom the reason why grown men become a bunch of immature, ill-mannered and uncontrollable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that word....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbeciles whenever they gather together to enjoy a common past time. Well this may not be the exact word that I was looking for, but it does somewhat suit my current purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. My head hurts from all the fucking shouting. I cannot go anywhere else. I cannot do any studying because of all the noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone to save me&lt;br /&gt;From this terrible agony.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot run,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hide,&lt;br /&gt;Myself away from this chaos.&lt;br /&gt;No sooner would I resign to darkness&lt;br /&gt;Then suffer here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone to save me&lt;br /&gt;To take me away from here.&lt;br /&gt;To somewhere with quiet,&lt;br /&gt;With cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;And comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone to save me&lt;br /&gt;To protect my poor head.&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to be here&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;Please take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone to save me.&lt;br /&gt;But alas no one will come.&lt;br /&gt;For the people whom I count on so...&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I can but hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3625858568149237124?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3625858568149237124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3625858568149237124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3625858568149237124' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-2851932615897606449</id><published>2010-03-17T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:29:36.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen the mighty and vastly respected is back from her prolonged hiatus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have missed my endless ramblings, I am... what's that word....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time I have been away, I have been to Margaret river (about 5 hours drive from perf), failed a component of the great process of getting my driving license (ALAS. The saga is still ongoing.), had a few panic attacks about my year in Japan, had a few hyperventilations of excitement about my year in Japan and! Burst into tears a couple of times in regards to my currently decomposing epidermis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been surprisingly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;productive&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished 5/17 of my ridiculous Legal Theory assignment! WOOHOO! Only 12/17 left to go. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have recently been immersing myself in the awesomeness of Michelle Phan. She is such a goddess. Seriously. I think I love her more than I love... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scribbing. *nods* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there was the Plants versus Zombies craze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And that's what I've been up to. I don't particularly feel like myself lately- so... instead of being pissed off or nitpicky, I've just been sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an uncharacteristic post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-2851932615897606449?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2851932615897606449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2851932615897606449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2851932615897606449' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4755108448153468912</id><published>2010-01-11T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:46:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pray for perfect skin,&lt;br /&gt;poreless, radient,&lt;br /&gt;scarily like porcelain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4755108448153468912?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4755108448153468912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4755108448153468912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4755108448153468912' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8304840565615164296</id><published>2010-01-06T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:54:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is currently January 6th 2010. So. I have officially been pissed off for... 7 days. Which is a record, even for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30th December 2009 &lt;/span&gt;(Yes. My ordeal had a span of 3 days.)&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this day consisted of me trying to find out the program for a certain NG couple's wedding day. Someone of the other side of my wasted texts said that the program would be emailed that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a relief for me as it would be easier to plan what to do on New Year's Eve, since someone repeatedly assured me that he would be free in the afternoon of New Year's day. So I could shift my hastily thought out plans to then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;31st December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day wasting time due to the fact that I believed that I could confirm my plans on New Year's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold! Idiocy strikes again! The NG couple failed to email the program like they said that they would. The program which should have been sent out at least a fortnight ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this happened while I was happily cutting up my steak. At the most ungodly hour to send a program out. Well. Since I am obsessive compulsive and neurotic, I had quite a big reaction. I hated that I wasted the whole day when I could have just did the one thing left on my list to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, a lot of rushing and arguing had to be done due to the idiocy of the NG couple. And I really loathe rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1st January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt slighter better. And I took pains to get ready and be at the said venue at 4. Seriously. What wedding starts at 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking in heels, I discovered that no one was there yet! Wow. Good organisational skills. Minutes were wasted on my mobile plan and guess what. NG couple were still holed up nice and comfy in their suite in Copthorne Waterfront. So I had to trudge back (in heels) to the hotel from which I just left. Getting up to the 24th storey was such a chore since only residents could use the elevators. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I spent about 2 hours feeling utterly miserable. And no one was apologetic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And then the dinner. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm sick of being civil. All I've been doing is being civil and thinking:  They're his friends. I really shouldn't kick up a fuss. I should just wait until I get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what. I can't. I'm sick of being told that there no point to being angry. That I should be more understanding. Well. I'm fucking sick of it. Can't I be selfish for once?! Can't anyone understand that my feelings were hurt and I felt insignificant?! Can't anyone see that for 3 hours I was treated like an unruly child who was ignored?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be angry? Why shouldn't I be angry? Why is it bad to want to scream at people that they behaved like a bunch of ill-mannered, unenducated, inconsiderate twats?! Why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8304840565615164296?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8304840565615164296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8304840565615164296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8304840565615164296' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3285579765954765131</id><published>2009-12-15T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:10:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promised someone that I would revise and edit my Christmas list. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) An Ayumi poster to hang in Perth (I LOVE HER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hair bling is always good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) So are corsets for that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Something in pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A big furry leopard printy coat! (=D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Pretty notebooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Really high topped sneakers. (Those are cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Sponser me a helix piercing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Comics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) HYUN JOONG. *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Chunky braclets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Anything skullie (Don't think girlie. Skulls that smile, on pink/purple, have flowers and hearts on them are bad. Think. Punk skulls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Ooh. Spikes are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Good books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Cool stationary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything else actually. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3285579765954765131?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3285579765954765131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3285579765954765131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3285579765954765131' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-606335165617682770</id><published>2009-12-13T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:02:50.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the area of publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEO Singapore is currently hiring! How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have no idea why I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if I can apply for it. Or I can get it even if I can apply. I don't even have anything to write in my non-existent resume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I'm chained to this Land of the Forsaken (Perth) to Singapore nonsense for the next 4 years. (Man. I hate uni.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love a job in a fashion/lifestyle/beauty magazine though. Think of how much fun it'll be! (Yes. I am aware that I am studying law and Japanese.) And! I can wear whatever I want!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Chances are, it'll never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-606335165617682770?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/606335165617682770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/606335165617682770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#606335165617682770' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-6710445975050472446</id><published>2009-12-01T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:10:03.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amidst the feeling of expected silence&lt;br /&gt;To face the blistering cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lack of proper amour&lt;br /&gt;And incentive to one's name,&lt;br /&gt;The choice to see the busy dragon&lt;br /&gt;Only entailed his icy flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the shame of committing&lt;br /&gt;The flaw in one that was already known.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aileen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-6710445975050472446?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6710445975050472446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6710445975050472446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6710445975050472446' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4474549958999081685</id><published>2009-11-24T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:34:55.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... Since my brain has flopped into some unknown corner, I decide that I shall take a break from the relentless (yes! relentless) amount of studying and write my annual Christmas list! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, my want lists are for fun and not to be taken that seriously. *nod nod* However, presents are never mandatory but always appreciated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) An Ayumi poster! (She's my idol. *nod nod* Totally wanna be here. Without the blond hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hair straightener/curler. (Man.... I wish my hair would pick a side and stick to it. Not the... *fweew* way it is now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sponsor me a cut and colour at Toni and Guy? *cute face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Something by Alexander Wang or Mcqueen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Bling hair accessories! (I'm prolly the only girl who has close to none. Well. Apart from Jie. And I think I wanna cut my hair short again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sponsor me a manicure to get insane, bling, long nails? (Or I could do the long bit myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A new squirty bottle. (The one I stole once upon a time is starting to smell funky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A MINI COOPER PLEASE (I CAN DRIVE NOW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Running shoes. I actually need these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Maybe I should get flat boots. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Sponsor me a Clarin's facial? (It's the sex! I kid you not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) A black pencil eyeliner that actually stays on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Oh oh! Something with feathers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) A leopard print furry coat. (I will totally wear it in winter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) A whole stack of Vivi. I'd seriously love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I think that's it for today. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4474549958999081685?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4474549958999081685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4474549958999081685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4474549958999081685' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8781323707661999647</id><published>2009-11-22T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:05:47.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SS501 "Love Like This" MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UMD5QXM47aI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UMD5QXM47aI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is growing on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8781323707661999647?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8781323707661999647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8781323707661999647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8781323707661999647' title='SS501 &amp;quot;Love Like This&amp;quot; MV'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-651554103244975865</id><published>2009-11-11T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:38:12.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As long as it's dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it seems that lately, I've been having a lack of good days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am rather cranky at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you blame me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only slept at 2 in the morning and got woken up at 730am by the incessant roaring of a certain car. On a normal day, I would shrug it off and deal with my terrible headache from the lack of sleep but I had an oral exam today. An oral exam in a language that still requires me to remember how to say things like food products. And to sum it all up, I have a splitting headache that advil will not make any better. An apology in return for my pain would have been appreciated. However, it is my belief that that apologies to me are kept in boxes residing in various levels of the underground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, it just seems like people just go out of their way to pick fights/disagree with me or just choose to be plain inconsiderate to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, in a sense, nothing's really changed. I'm still the one undeserving of apologies and being made to take all this crap from other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I can't just shut myself up and get over it anymore. I can't just decide to not come out of my room for a few days anymore. So I have to learn to talk about it. But somehow, whenever I talk about things that are bothering me (For example: I have a headache which will not go away even after I've taken 4 advil less then an hour apart because of my literal rude awakening), it somehow still turns out to be my fault. And that I'm being severely unreasonable by not informing someone of something or because I'm just perceiving everything in a very negative way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the sacrifices I make, the defending I do and the unhappiness I swallow, people still don't appreciate it. I get told things like how I can't be upset because even though I cared enough to make sacrifices I failed to take in consideration what the other person wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I just... don't particularly want to be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a good day to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. My head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-651554103244975865?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/651554103244975865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/651554103244975865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#651554103244975865' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-7518103633232690652</id><published>2009-11-09T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:49:46.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Being angsty is giving me this massive break out. Need to either kill people who are being irritating or stop seeing them for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) House inspection tomorrow. YIKES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I had a dream that when I opened the storeroom downstairs, I let myself into the presence of a dead rat. OMS. I DON'T WANNA OPEN IT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My ideas in action unit is so ridiculous. They actually said in the lecture (which I did not go to) that they're having the exam just for the sake of having the exam. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I should probably start studying. Soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Somehow, I can't wait for this year to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) There is absolutely no food in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I love that I have a car. *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-7518103633232690652?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7518103633232690652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7518103633232690652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7518103633232690652' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-9114221454564251581</id><published>2009-11-05T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:26:33.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Talk about being sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult for people to leave me the fuck alone?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here, minding my own business and someone has to go tag a retarded picture of me on facebook. Which generated a fuck load of spam in my inbox. This is in addition to the picture incident which happened last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying it now. I don't share your sense of humour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Whatever it is, leave me the fuck out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl! In case you lot have forgotten. I have feelings. I don't take it well when people find it appropriate to diss me about my origin and my choice of university. Well. Guess what. You wouldn't be able to survive in my country and I can easily get into whatever course you're doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-9114221454564251581?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/9114221454564251581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/9114221454564251581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#9114221454564251581' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3004009636060110271</id><published>2009-10-26T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:25:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Lo - Bickering With Jolin Tsai [ENG SUB]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xt6lE-B798o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xt6lE-B798o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO CUTE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3004009636060110271?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3004009636060110271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3004009636060110271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3004009636060110271' title='Show Lo - Bickering With Jolin Tsai [ENG SUB]'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-213190912190118362</id><published>2009-10-22T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:30:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derwin - `_´ says:&lt;br /&gt; Are you happy you get to see thad again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen says:&lt;br /&gt; yesh&lt;br /&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt; you're picking him later right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deerwin - `_´ says:&lt;br /&gt; Want to come and surprise him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen says:&lt;br /&gt; *nod nod*&lt;br /&gt; *cute face*&lt;br /&gt; =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derwin - `_´ says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol&lt;br /&gt; Eeee no =3 E= in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA&lt;br /&gt; whatever that means&lt;br /&gt; eh. really. i dunno what that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derwin - `_´ says:&lt;br /&gt; It will traumatise all of thad's brothers.. No =3 E=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen says:&lt;br /&gt; is that suppose to represent a certain physical activity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'erwin - `_´ says:&lt;br /&gt; =3   E=  = lips. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think. An emoticon that I don't know. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-213190912190118362?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/213190912190118362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/213190912190118362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#213190912190118362' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5502739611676655765</id><published>2009-10-20T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:10:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's takes nothing more than a conversation with my Dad to make me feel that not only am I a complete bum who doesn't count her blessings, I also face a real threat of dying from poverty when I graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Frowns* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about how in the 1960s, people had to struggle to survive. And I have it so good. One doesn't deny the fact that I am fortunate- I could be starving but yet, I find the resources and time to do frivolous things like worry about driving tests. But somehow, after talking to him, I can't help but feel vastly unfortunate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are stuck in a world where no one cares about anyone else. Where (face it) people are no better than the animals we claim are lower than us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if we have education. So what if we can identify hydrogen emitting from a test tube. Does it matter? Yes. I am aware that without education, we would not have the conveniences that we currently possess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. As they say. You don't miss what you don't know. It seems as if this never-ending cycle of compulsory education, careers and reproduction worries do nothing more than cloud our judgement of what we are in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really want to be the species that causes (or can potentially cause) the end of the world? The species that brutally slaughters other organisms for things that we do not need to survive? (No I am not vegetarian but that is hardly the point.) I mean. We have jails. We have political systems that deem it fit to lock people away for "the greater good". Of course I am not suggesting that murderers be let off scot free. But. What gives them the authority to decide. What gives governments the authority to decide what to do about everything, including how to treat other human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. This is going into a very illogical place. I am clear that in every society, having a ruling class is imperative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. What if I have no job when I graduate?! Do I really see the world in an overly simplistic way? So much that I border on the line of gullible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't particularly like being human at this point. Or alive for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5502739611676655765?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5502739611676655765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5502739611676655765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5502739611676655765' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-7350171198238350293</id><published>2009-10-19T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:23:46.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where the water touches the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, half the world has this obsession with beaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Seriously. Why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot. And dirty. And crowded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, going will give your skin premature aging, pigmentation, wrinkles and change its texture. And! Let's not forget the looming risk of skin cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Tell me. What's so great about the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, the water isn't even blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-7350171198238350293?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7350171198238350293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7350171198238350293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7350171198238350293' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4875134016878830357</id><published>2009-10-15T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:49:51.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it make you happy&lt;br /&gt;If I was all alone?&lt;br /&gt;To face the World's evils&lt;br /&gt;And hear the demons in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the courage.&lt;br /&gt;Or the strength&lt;br /&gt;To fend them off &lt;br /&gt;All by myself.&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason is the mere dislike.&lt;br /&gt;But what about me?&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I like?&lt;br /&gt;Does it really not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the route to your happiness&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be my complete and &lt;br /&gt;Utter misery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4875134016878830357?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4875134016878830357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4875134016878830357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4875134016878830357' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-6124215429828788839</id><published>2009-10-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:42:59.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it hurt to just shut the fuck up about something that doesn't concern you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-6124215429828788839?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6124215429828788839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6124215429828788839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6124215429828788839' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8965747973187436614</id><published>2009-10-10T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:01:21.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That internal kyaa kyaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my sun. OH. MY. SUN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Paris! Paris, baby. Paris. *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of being in the same place as Chanel, Dior, CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm high on ecstasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to remind yourself why Paris is so absofuckinglutely fabulous, check &lt;a href="http://www.garancedore.fr/en/2009/10/07/chanel-lhypershow/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you need further justification, &lt;a href="http://www.christianlouboutin.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Now I seriously need to go back to being skinny so I can buy designer clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it. I will do it. God please help me do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8965747973187436614?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8965747973187436614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8965747973187436614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8965747973187436614' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-300716128855058268</id><published>2009-10-09T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:59:06.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On the subject of beauty queens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am aware that picking someone out of a country with a total population of 4 million to be a representative for a world wide beauty contest is challenging. But really. Was there seriously no one else apart from Ris Low? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been dissed on the mere coincidence that I come from the same country as her, I would be lying if I said I had nothing against her (which is what I originally wanted to start the paragraph with). So yes. I do think the judges who picked her to represent Singaporeans are fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that poor girl's fault that she isn't eloquent or all that pretty for that matter. It is not her fault that she got chosen and shoved into the limelight. I can't imagine how horrible it must be for her to deal with all the public and international ridicule. If I got dissed just by being from the same country, can you imagine what she's getting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really. No one cares about beauty pageants. The last one I watched was when Miss Japan was crowned Miss Universe, and I can't even remember what year that was. The only reason why I watched it was because I thought that Miss Japan at that time was seriously hot. I mean, do you even remember who won Miss World last year or the year before? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point exactly.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's going to care about her once the pageant airs. So, instead of blaming her for the way she is, we should start a petition to change the judges who picked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For indeed. They are fucking stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-300716128855058268?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/300716128855058268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/300716128855058268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#300716128855058268' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-9205807509776268729</id><published>2009-10-07T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:40:06.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我还真不想做那种一直需要人家陪的人。&lt;br /&gt;可是，天天都需要闷闷地&lt;br /&gt;无聊地&lt;br /&gt;呆着。&lt;br /&gt;我有时觉得受不了。&lt;br /&gt;我不要这么自私。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己骗自己&lt;br /&gt;说什么都没变的废话。&lt;br /&gt;其实全部都不同了。&lt;br /&gt;可是，有人陪算什么嘛。&lt;br /&gt;还不是每天一个人的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在。不在。&lt;br /&gt;两个都一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我不要一个不顾我的人陪。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-9205807509776268729?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/9205807509776268729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/9205807509776268729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#9205807509776268729' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-7535019404596249016</id><published>2009-10-04T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:12:36.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=flosparty.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/flosparty.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Flo's party. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-7535019404596249016?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7535019404596249016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7535019404596249016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7535019404596249016' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4466531415621181553</id><published>2009-09-30T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:05:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Junior-M(슈퍼주니어-M)_Super Girl(슈퍼걸)_뮤직비디오(MusicVideo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/pit7RS4mPI0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pit7RS4mPI0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooh. Now that's how to wear to suit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4466531415621181553?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4466531415621181553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4466531415621181553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4466531415621181553' title='Super Junior-M(슈퍼주니어-M)_Super Girl(슈퍼걸)_뮤직비디오(MusicVideo)'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5253106308013117819</id><published>2009-09-29T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:31:37.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jie is funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carie-anne says:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;did I tell you I'm in a good mood today&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;cos I had a good lesson just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fwhy&lt;br /&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt; how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carie-anne &lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt; well, it's the class with the very attitude problem boy, who is rather cute&lt;br /&gt; he slouches in the corner&lt;br /&gt; but I think he's very bright cos I can tell he's listening even though he's pretending that he's not&lt;br /&gt; so anyway, he ignored me throughout the class and just did his own thing&lt;br /&gt; so I was like, watever&lt;br /&gt; then, after class, he looked for me in the staff room and handed me his homework&lt;br /&gt; and was all polite and smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt; oms &lt;br /&gt; i can just imagine larh&lt;br /&gt; so cute&lt;br /&gt; i think also cuz you never disturb him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carie-Anne says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when I ask the class to do work, he will just slouch in his corner and not do it lor&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt; I just read his homework!!&lt;br /&gt; "I play with friends. I eating many foods. I listen like music. I go to meet &lt;strong&gt;Jin Akanishi&lt;/strong&gt; (Her current love and 80% of the reason she's in Japan). I talking my family."&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt; I'm not bluffing!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; I like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5253106308013117819?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5253106308013117819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5253106308013117819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5253106308013117819' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-2613316231741090960</id><published>2009-09-27T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:33:55.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to be thinking&lt;br /&gt;About the words I can't say.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hide under some covers&lt;br /&gt;And will it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not that I hate the world&lt;br /&gt;But the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;That no one sees things the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be protected.&lt;br /&gt;If that what protection is.&lt;br /&gt;Being understood is a luxery&lt;br /&gt;Of which the lack of is nothing unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it close to me.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I want it far away. &lt;br /&gt;Thus a feeling one cannot express.&lt;br /&gt;Despite this terrible agony,&lt;br /&gt;Am I the one who doesn't understand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-2613316231741090960?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2613316231741090960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2613316231741090960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2613316231741090960' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8828436483622163960</id><published>2009-09-25T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:19:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from things I have to do and "have" to attend. *sighs* I don't understand why people can't just leave me alone. Rostering me on for things without asking me, putting me on fucking "drinks duty", mandatory lunches to "catch up", being upset with me for not turning up... Enough dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. And my life does not revolve around doing things for people who fucking decide things without having the courtesy to ask me personally. So. Go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And it is my belief that I am still an individual. I can't understand why people who I have spoken less than 50 words to are inviting me to things! And when I go, I get slammed for being anti-social (even though I never denied that fact in the first place) and quiet and Heaven knows what else. Being an individual, I also habour the belief that I deserve my own invitation. I mean, if you want me to go, don't just put me down just because I am someone's plus one. If people can't be bothered to print an extra piece of paper, I don't see why I should be bothered to spare the time. I don't want to be invited out of just politeness. Invite me because you actually want me there. I'm a human being. I have feelings. Try this: If you don't know what my chinese name is, you probably don't care if I get into an accident and therefore should not invite me to whatever it is you're inviting a certain someone to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I am never going to have a party. Or anything involving a lot of people in a place. All these stupid "polite presents" that I have to wonder about for people who I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hate last-minuteness. Why is it so difficult to tell me earlier that something is cancelled or on? Why must everything be done by mass email? I don't read and reply mass emails. If you want people to reply to something, email them personally so that I don't get spammed! Honestly, I don't care. Whatever the email is about, I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to check my email for like the next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pick up my phone and answer any messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're from someone whose shares the same genetic structure as me and/or someone(s) who I assume will seriously consider donating an organ to me if need be and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Just leave me the fuck alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you know, I'm locked up somewhere underground and far, far away from the likes of all this stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bother certain people to get to me and I promise I will be severely pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8828436483622163960?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8828436483622163960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8828436483622163960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8828436483622163960' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5279204385343666038</id><published>2009-09-22T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:42:59.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random piccies! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010424.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010425.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson preparing food on the night of his birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010426.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derwin with the ultimate "I hate that she's taking a picture of me" face. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010427.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010427.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010431.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Jie! Cherry sneakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010432.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian! Who did that knowing full well that I was taking a picture. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010433.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010435.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and I before I headed off for someone's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010436.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010438.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010438.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys before a birthday party. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5279204385343666038?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5279204385343666038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5279204385343666038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5279204385343666038' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4824837102582265525</id><published>2009-09-21T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:48:11.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Closes eyes and pulls comforter over head*&lt;br /&gt;The answer is yes. Yes. I have once again woken up to find that I have slept through my class. Joy. And the funny thing is, I can't tell if my alarm did ring or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it did, but yet again, I kinda think it didn't. I'm habouring a thought on the lines of "Did I dream it?" But I couldn't have. Could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make any sense if I did. I mean. I alway set my alarm ages before I go to bed. I've never forgotten to set it since... Ever. I think. So. How is it possible that I overslept and woke up to no trace of my alarm being there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did set it. And it rang. And I did something on the lines of turning it of. But if so, why is it that I have no recollection whatsoever of those actions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Well. A day in is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it took me 3 hours to get through 2 japanese exercises. Of which the possibly of them being complete gibberish is rather high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4824837102582265525?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4824837102582265525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4824837102582265525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4824837102582265525' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-2416716570500029439</id><published>2009-09-18T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:26:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In truth, I have no idea what I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. At this particular moment anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't tell what I want from life and vice versa. And sometimes, it seems as though I intentionally look for the unhappiness in situations. *sighs* Maybe this constitutes the beginnings of one of my uncontrollable psychotic freak outs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, I couldn't help but lie wide awake and analyse all of my choices/actions. Of course, this ended up with me feeling horrible and wanting to purchase something exorbitantly expensive. Seriously. I need to stop digging my own pit of self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... I'm just in a bit of a mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mood that makes me want to retreat into my deep dark corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an extended period of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-2416716570500029439?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2416716570500029439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2416716570500029439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2416716570500029439' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-6756535409637898506</id><published>2009-09-17T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:09:34.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Standards of beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carie-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt; but you have mt everest high standards of outward beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so not true. Mount Fuji maybe. But certainly not Mount Everest. *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-6756535409637898506?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6756535409637898506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6756535409637898506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6756535409637898506' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-412944824417864669</id><published>2009-09-09T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:27:41.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEOPLE PEOPLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me with a favour pretty please? *cute face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/portal/dt?retry=1&amp;dt.windowProvider.targetPortletChannel=JSPTabContainer/pStaticPage&amp;pageID=poll&amp;dt.isPortletRequest=true&amp;dt.provider=PortletWindowProcessChannel&amp;dt.containerName=JSPTabContainer/sFreeLetters&amp;dt.action=process&amp;dt.windowProvider.currentChannelMode=VIEW&amp;dt.window.portletAction=RENDER"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pick KAT-TUN for the concert bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. I love you all many many. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-412944824417864669?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/412944824417864669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/412944824417864669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#412944824417864669' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4213911982361485610</id><published>2009-09-05T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:52:43.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=blackcat_bk_lg.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/blackcat_bk_lg.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE. I want. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4213911982361485610?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4213911982361485610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4213911982361485610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4213911982361485610' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4822049453045819045</id><published>2009-09-02T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:07:39.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Stop consuming so much hello panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stop consuming so much sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Start going on a low carb no fat diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Start doing crunches again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Study more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Stop wishing that my assignment would write itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Actually write my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Get a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) pass driving. (that idea. ARGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Actually sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Eat real veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Stop eating fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Stop thinking spiteful thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4822049453045819045?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4822049453045819045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4822049453045819045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4822049453045819045' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-448654623588297033</id><published>2009-08-30T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:48:26.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Aguilera - Ain't No Other Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9Cy3B2M7S70' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9Cy3B2M7S70'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never noticed before but she was HOT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-448654623588297033?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/448654623588297033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/448654623588297033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#448654623588297033' title='Christina Aguilera - Ain&amp;#39;t No Other Man'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5495238233247798287</id><published>2009-08-29T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:02:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That：how deep is your love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cjuRVFMkf0I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cjuRVFMkf0I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AWESOME SONG! Weird video. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5495238233247798287?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5495238233247798287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5495238233247798287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5495238233247798287' title='Take That：how deep is your love'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8304048399687953560</id><published>2009-08-28T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:02:44.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And all that jazz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's astounding that time can pass so quickly. Even though the speed it moves at never changes, why does it seem that it gets faster as one gets older? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because after awhile, our lives become so routine and monotonous that we just busy ourselves and stop bothering about time? Or is it because our lives become so enriched with interests and chasing dreams that an hour seems like a minute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an entry which I wrote in 2007. For some reason, it seems so long ago and yet it seems like yesterday. Ironic, I know. I've changed so much in a span of 2 years. However, I remember my feelings then as if they only happened yesterday. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5 years ago, I couldn't imagine ever recovering. Not only have I recovered, but I've learnt to fend for myself(to some extent)against the cruel world. Oddly enough, my perception of people has never changed. Never has the Salem Witch Trials made so much sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. So much for a train of abstract thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random: &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) Seriously. I need to go on a diet. *nod nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Heather has been having a rather interesting life lately. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The thought of having to sit for driving again makes me wanna vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I wonder what brought on this mellow, contemplative mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Colours of the wind in mandarin is really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Man. I wish I could dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I have to stop being late for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) AKI AKI AKI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm content. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8304048399687953560?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8304048399687953560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8304048399687953560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8304048399687953560' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4392022642645283598</id><published>2009-08-25T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:33:28.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Treating the stab wounds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People horrify me. The way some people can be so mean and inconsiderate to another person is just... disgusting. There's no other word for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not right to say something in front of someone and twist it the moment they turn their backs. If you feel so strongly about something, why can't you just tell the person to their face? It's just unacceptable to air your opinions to other people when you don't have the courtesy to mention them to the person straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how bitchy people in certain groups can be. The moment they know something, it spreads like wildfire. Even when that information isn't theirs to tell. Imagine. These are the people that apparently advocate "Do unto thy neighbour as one would like thy neighbour to do unto oneself". But really, they're just in this little world where they don't bother about anyone else but themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he need to know? He's not anyone to me. If I needed someone, he wouldn't be anywhere on my call list. And vice versa. I mean, I'm not even friends with him. The idea that I have to tell him something because he's responsible for me is ludicrous. The only person responsible for me is me. The only people that I have to tell anything to are my loved ones. I wish I hadn't told him-It goes against all my principles. The idea that I HAVE to do anything is ridiculous. I do the things I do because I want to (or someone I love wants me to). The "you can tell Aileen what to do" wheel will never spin to him. EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be mean but at least I'm upfront about it. Rather than sneaking around being snakes in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. The nerve of some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4392022642645283598?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4392022642645283598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4392022642645283598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4392022642645283598' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-1059102992236766943</id><published>2009-08-24T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:13:51.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twas an awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and I just before she headed off to the Academy and Anberlin concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooling around at the Bong's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally love this picture! Alden(kid) is so cute! Wanna kidnap him and keep him as a pet. *nod nod*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-1059102992236766943?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1059102992236766943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1059102992236766943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1059102992236766943' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-6279781270841786267</id><published>2009-08-23T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:16:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh no.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I realise. That I have an assignment due in 3 weeks and... I haven't started reading anything about it yet. Stop rolling your eyes at me! I know that to you, I have plenty of time to do it. But but but but! Argh. It's a late start for me. It's because I obsess about it and think about it and try not to kill myself over it. *nod nod* But well... I guess that if I have less time to re-write it, the less I will and maybe I'll not over edit it. For once. Hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have 1 due on friday. YIKES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially in the worship ministry for church. *nod nod* How and why. I keep asking myself that and it keeps coming up as "I don't really mind." But. They want me to go observe set up and everything. At like.... 8 in the morning. On a Sunday. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-6279781270841786267?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6279781270841786267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6279781270841786267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6279781270841786267' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-146550762406682934</id><published>2009-08-11T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:32:20.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I haven't died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet. *laughs* It's weird. Everything's been going really good lately. Not that my life is totally depressing but I usually have a mindful of worries haunting me. But at least for now, they've gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I decided that I should start driving lessons again. And no one is picking up the phone at the school. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never not wanted to do anything so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-146550762406682934?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/146550762406682934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/146550762406682934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#146550762406682934' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8262881333766228430</id><published>2009-08-06T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:04:58.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this to my sisters&lt;br /&gt;Who are inevitably upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;As sorry as I'll ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for not telling you,&lt;br /&gt;For it didn't seem the time.&lt;br /&gt;So Sincere my apology&lt;br /&gt;That it even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for your forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;With the promise of never again.&lt;br /&gt;I've indeed learnt my lesson&lt;br /&gt;And have had my ears in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't disown me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Dawnie and Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8262881333766228430?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8262881333766228430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8262881333766228430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8262881333766228430' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3833843674478444906</id><published>2009-07-31T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:35:20.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet sweet love&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my fuzzy wuzzy&lt;br /&gt;With that wet nose and bright eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention those adorable oversized paws.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sleeping in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;My irresistable little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aki. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3833843674478444906?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3833843674478444906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3833843674478444906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3833843674478444906' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5917548604695224948</id><published>2009-07-27T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:23:05.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.) The person who asked me to do .&lt;br /&gt;Chueniemon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Your relationship with him or her.&lt;br /&gt;master-digimon. Whahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Your first impression on him/her .&lt;br /&gt;quite cute and easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Your most memorable moment with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Going all the way to the ground floor from e 2nd top floor just so we could take the super long escalator to the top at Ilumna.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) The most memorable thing you said to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Yarh. You're my dream boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) If him/her becomes your lover?&lt;br /&gt;HM. I think. It'll be quite fun but a bit scandalous. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) If him/her becomes your lover , what would you like him/her to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;All that not sleeping enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) If him/her becomes your enemy , what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Sit on him. *evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) If him/her becomes your enemy , what will be the reason?&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) The most desired thing you want to do for her/him now are:&lt;br /&gt;Go take his ipod back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Your overall impression on her/him:&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious! Friendly. DIGIMON-ISH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) The characteristic you love most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;My ability to do watch teevee and study at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) The characteristic you hate most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;I worry far too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;HM. Hamasaki Ayumi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Pass this quiz to 10 people who you want to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;1) Des&lt;br /&gt;2) Jallan&lt;br /&gt;3) Maisie&lt;br /&gt;4) Joey&lt;br /&gt;5) BIG RED FURRY PANTS (Hui Jing)&lt;br /&gt;6) Bexy boo&lt;br /&gt;7) Kelly&lt;br /&gt;8) Chloe&lt;br /&gt;9) Sulin&lt;br /&gt;10) Cassie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Who is 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Is 9 a male or female ?&lt;br /&gt;Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) If 7 and 10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Not really... It'd be... gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) What is 2 studying at the moment ?&lt;br /&gt;Hospitality and Tourism Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) When was the last time you had a chat with 3 ?&lt;br /&gt;At about... 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) What kind of music does 8 like ?&lt;br /&gt;Indie. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Does 1 have any siblings ?&lt;br /&gt;Yups. 2 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Will you woo number 3?&lt;br /&gt;hello. Already mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) How about 7 ?&lt;br /&gt;She's attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Is 4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) What's the surname of 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;Thiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) What's the hobby of 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and WITNESSING ALL MY HUMILIATING MOMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) Do 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Yups. Same badminton team in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) Where is 2 studying at ?&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) Say something casual about your eyes :&lt;br /&gt;They're chocolate coloured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) Have you tried developing feelings for 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Kinda already have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.) What colours does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Er. ER. I KNOW. Michael colours. WHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.) Are 5 and 1 good friends ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.) Does 7 like 2 ?&lt;br /&gt;Yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.) How did you get to know 2 ?&lt;br /&gt;Same class for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.) Does 1 have any pets ?&lt;br /&gt;Fishie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.) Is 7 the sexiest person in the world ?&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHAHAHA. *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.) How is 4 related to you ?&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.)Describe 4 .&lt;br /&gt;HM. Let's see... Quite pretty. Can take care of herself and others very well. INSANELY LOVABLE. Street-smart. I LIKE. *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5917548604695224948?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5917548604695224948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5917548604695224948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5917548604695224948' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-2986045972771624983</id><published>2009-07-24T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:25:34.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Call it anything but That&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;That insane possibility.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,&lt;br /&gt;Day by day,&lt;br /&gt;It seems to bring additions to itself.&lt;br /&gt;Self-doubt. Certainty.&lt;br /&gt;Conflictingly coexisting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But to keep replaying the same song.&lt;br /&gt;This sugared mess.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully scattered to heal a wound.&lt;br /&gt;Tentitively reaching out to touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-2986045972771624983?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2986045972771624983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2986045972771624983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2986045972771624983' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-6336107724626089603</id><published>2009-07-18T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:16:17.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures of steamboat that happened... An insanely long time ago. *laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=6-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/6-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I've never been there in time to buy the food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=7-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jing (big red furry pants! =P) and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=8-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/8-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=9-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/9-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without them? (probably spend more time sober I'd expect. =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-6336107724626089603?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6336107724626089603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6336107724626089603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6336107724626089603' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-7214348666177999297</id><published>2009-07-18T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:45:36.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And it Blinks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and hold me close&lt;br /&gt;Away from the relentless gust.&lt;br /&gt;That incessant noise,&lt;br /&gt;Its relentless tones.&lt;br /&gt;Banish it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it speak?&lt;br /&gt;Why won't it leave?&lt;br /&gt;Annoying me &lt;br /&gt;With my own disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It beeps, it flashes.&lt;br /&gt;With that insipid colour.&lt;br /&gt;The unwillingness it brings to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour it red- To quiet my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;But yet, it still remains! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curb my tongue. And let it be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I wait for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-7214348666177999297?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7214348666177999297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7214348666177999297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7214348666177999297' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4692010424951769712</id><published>2009-07-12T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:40:52.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a kind of melancholy mood at this moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, right now, I'm more in touch with reality then I've been since I got back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly. I feel a bit over-whlemed with all this responsibilities and expectations thrown at me. What do I do with the car? My year in Japan? What do I do when I'm all alone? *sigh* I just want to hide and get away from it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.... I can't help but wonder what I did to deserve the life I have. Not that it's terrible or anything. I know I'm fortunate and loved but... right now, I just feel that the trials and tribulations that God bestows on me seems more than everyone elses'. I know it's not a competition on who has more or less. But there are people who go through their education never having the experience of looking at an exam paper and not knowing how to do a single question. And yet, I've had that horrible feeling so many times even though I tried my hardest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't do anything about it. Can't not do it. Can't hide, can't leave, can't compromise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4692010424951769712?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4692010424951769712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4692010424951769712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4692010424951769712' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5740076827113985949</id><published>2009-07-08T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:13:30.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sorting out my cosmetics, and I realised that I have more then I thought I did. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010414.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010414.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From top: Foundations, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascaras and lippies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. All that for just one face. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5740076827113985949?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5740076827113985949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5740076827113985949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5740076827113985949' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8922428459701016745</id><published>2009-07-06T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:26:16.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The looming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... the end of the world really is here. *nods* Maeda has yet to text me the location of his new salon and I'm getting desperate for a haircut. *sigh* I've even considered going back to Toni and Guy despite the skin issue of 2006. Well... They've never given me bad hair. Just hair that needs some getting used to, due to the level of outrageous-ness. Hm. I actually liked all 2 of my Toni and Guy cuts! *realises* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still! Maeda's SO CUTE. *Sighs* It's just so much fun to watch him! And he comes up with the most awesome hair colours. OH MY SUN. I just saw the price to colour my hair there. I'm not paying $214 for some lowly person to colour my hair! Maeda was the director and he did it cheaper! Madness. *cries* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that it'll come. *clinging on to the last thread of hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pffft. Youths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It figures that the day I decide to venture out by myself has to be spoilt by the existance of youth day. Town was crowded. And don't even get me started about the trains. Pre-pubescent girls wearing running shoes with miniskirts groping their pre-pubescent boyfriends. With un-tweezed eyebrows and un-waxed legs, with cheap looking glasses on their faces. *sighs* What is the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did it become alright for the underage to be indecently displaying affection in public while blatantly exposing their age?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8922428459701016745?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8922428459701016745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8922428459701016745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8922428459701016745' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-6482690072162993421</id><published>2009-07-02T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:52:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=dah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/dah.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1 second of fame. And you can't even see my face. *laughs* But well. I'm in the same picture as Junsu! The reason you can't see my face is because I was leaning over to Jie to ask her who Junsu was. *laughs* Can you see Dawnie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken off Soompi Forums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-6482690072162993421?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6482690072162993421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6482690072162993421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6482690072162993421' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-1619679972615838095</id><published>2009-06-26T13:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:03:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"But. What if I want to be unfashionable?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* That may be the most horrific thing I've heard in awhile. *nods* Well, that and "lead me into the light Carol Anne!" *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its most common usage, "fashion" exemplifies the appearances of clothing. In today's world, it mostly represents the the latest and most admired style in clothes and cosmetics and behavior. (credits to Wikipedia and Princeton University for definitions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the fashion industry is one of the top money makers. Names like Marc Jacobs, Alexander Wang and many more bring many a sparkle to the eyes of many of the most influential people (or celebrities) today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is fashion? What is it's appeal? Why is it important? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, fashion is best defined by Oscar Wilde as a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. *laughs* Which is so true. Unlike other antiques, fashion in the current usage seems to devalue with age. Although we do get the occasional fabulous vintage find. However, how common are these? Despite knowing this and being obsessed with current trends, many fashionistas still continue to search for that article that screams "timeless". This brings attention to one of the most iconic fashionistas of all time -Coco Chanel. Chanel (currently designed by Karl Lagerfeld), brings to the world an image of simplicity and class even to this day. But despite this, this so called "timelessness" does change every season. When put like this, one can say that fashion is most certainly alive as it evolves to the times and never takes a break- A probable reason for my fascination with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marvellous thing about fashion is that nothing ever looks the same on different people. Somehow, what we wear often serves to project out personality to the world. For example, wearing pink tend to place emphasis on femininity. Also, it's something that almost everyone can afford (Although not in the level that I use in this post) and give their own twist. Plus, there's just that burst of excitment when you have something new. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you wear is so important in our current society! Imagine. If it wasn't important, why do people dress up to go to work? Or school? Or out? Fashion influences first impressions, ideals, expectations (You'd generally expect a person wearing Prada to behave like lady) and so much more. What fashion designers create is so much more than art-Because you live your life in it (From The Devil Wears Prada).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, you can't choose to be unfashionable! IT IS UNACCEPTABLE. And horrifying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't scare me like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-1619679972615838095?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1619679972615838095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1619679972615838095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1619679972615838095' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4786124049244556397</id><published>2009-06-23T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:22:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=StoptheHorrorwithSoapandWater.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/StoptheHorrorwithSoapandWater.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4786124049244556397?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4786124049244556397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4786124049244556397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4786124049244556397' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-708823930333642624</id><published>2009-06-20T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:37:35.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND HE ADMITS IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; of course&lt;br /&gt; i am awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teddy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are&lt;br /&gt; ( not a question btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. I knew it. *smiles smugly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-708823930333642624?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/708823930333642624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/708823930333642624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#708823930333642624' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3905127725496811988</id><published>2009-06-20T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:30:38.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And the end of the world has not yet come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a pretty lousy mood this week because I received news that Maeda was leaving. =( I thought that he was going back to Japan. This created a massive freak out. I mean. If he leaves, WHO'S GOING TO MAKE ME PRETTY?! Plus, I've been going to Maeda for about 2 years! I don't think that I can deal with having bad hair and/or an uncute stylist anymore. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but! When I took Rachie for her haircut yesterday, Maeda told me that he wasn't leaving! He was just moving to a different salon. =) And and and! He took down my mobile number and said he'd text me where he moved to. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still have good hair and my totally cute stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the end of the world has not yet come. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3905127725496811988?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3905127725496811988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3905127725496811988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3905127725496811988' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3267625748866898670</id><published>2009-06-17T09:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:21:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Presenting some of the inhabitants of Planet Awesome. Of which I am the Queen and Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3208.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_3208.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulin, Matt and Cassie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_3211.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hui Jing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3216.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_3216.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_3220.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_3225.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jallen, Joey and Hui Jing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_3228.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_3232.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Joey, Clarence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3238.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_3238.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3239.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_3239.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Clarence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be more... But I am still waiting for a certain Mr Kwa to get off his lazy ass and post the rest. *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3267625748866898670?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3267625748866898670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3267625748866898670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3267625748866898670' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3655579972469433561</id><published>2009-06-13T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:11:53.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;That Cerulean Sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the silence rustling?&lt;br /&gt;The awakening from her sweet slumber. &lt;br /&gt;The appearing smile as she rubs her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. Is she real? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that ring&lt;br /&gt;Yet never leave&lt;br /&gt;The lips that are stained with crimson.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. Is she beautiful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much pleasure&lt;br /&gt;She derives from the simple truth-&lt;br /&gt;A secret safe within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3655579972469433561?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3655579972469433561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3655579972469433561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3655579972469433561' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8030814390712667825</id><published>2009-06-11T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:57:33.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; RAWR YOU&lt;br /&gt; send some cold over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *blows at the screen*&lt;br /&gt; there&lt;br /&gt; better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt; i dare  you to really do that!&lt;br /&gt; hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; why your office so boring&lt;br /&gt; no one see&lt;br /&gt; chey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; jeremy saw&lt;br /&gt; but&lt;br /&gt; he&lt;br /&gt; was singing to himself&lt;br /&gt; so my blowing at the screen doesnt seem so weird to him&lt;br /&gt; he thinks i just was sighing really pronouncedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt; dammit&lt;br /&gt; look look!&lt;br /&gt;  *emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; too late&lt;br /&gt; moment has passed&lt;br /&gt; aaaaaaand i win yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NO&lt;br /&gt; so unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; why is it unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cuz&lt;br /&gt; aileen the awesome says so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt; overruled&lt;br /&gt; thad the supremely just judge says so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; excuse me! the awesome are never overruled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yes they are if they are less than awesome and as a result lose due to their lack of awesomeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .......&lt;br /&gt; NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; please strike aileens statements off the court record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YOUR HEAD&lt;br /&gt; court record cannot strike off things one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; if there are no further arguments, i declare aileen guilty of losing and therefore stripped of her title of awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bleah&lt;br /&gt; i appeal to tribunal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; can strike if you say things that u r not supposed to say&lt;br /&gt; ok the tribunal will hear your case in 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WHAT NONSENSE&lt;br /&gt; why do you get to make all e rules!&lt;br /&gt; NOT FAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cos i am the judge&lt;br /&gt; judge &gt;&gt;&gt; defendant always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; who made you e judge&lt;br /&gt; i'm the parliament lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well you could have decided to be the parliament&lt;br /&gt; but your actions clearly indicated your role as the defendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; define my actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; your actions of being defensive&lt;br /&gt; hahahaha&lt;br /&gt; and complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that's totally not valid!&lt;br /&gt; you can't just make up your own rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt; i would expect you to be more prepared before you enter into a court of law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and being defensive doesn't make one a defendant!&lt;br /&gt; so says the judge with no evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; unfortunately, ignorance is not a valid defence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YES IT IS&lt;br /&gt; to a partial degree&lt;br /&gt; so is provocation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the onus is upon you to be aware of the law of the land, and not the courts role to educate you on such matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; therefore, the guilty verdict stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what court is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bailiff, please take aileen away until we have decided on a reasonable sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; EXCUSE ME&lt;br /&gt; that only works in a crim case&lt;br /&gt; AND EVEN SO&lt;br /&gt; the ACCUSED would still be able to defend him/herself&lt;br /&gt; therefore. i win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no&lt;br /&gt; the facts of the case are clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what no. yes okie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you dared one mr thaddeus bong to blow at his screen&lt;br /&gt; he blew at his screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; your procedure is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; therefore he wins&lt;br /&gt; there is no case, therefore i will allow no more of the court's time to be wasted with such frivolous and trivial arguments&lt;br /&gt; case dismissed&lt;br /&gt; any further protest and i shall hold you in contempt of the court&lt;br /&gt; ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; excuse me. accused cannot be held for contempt of court&lt;br /&gt; and plaintiff and defendant are civil terms&lt;br /&gt; you can't even decide what case you want&lt;br /&gt; some judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; since our country allows free speech, i shall ignore your previous statements&lt;br /&gt; i shall now proceed to judge the next case. good day.&lt;br /&gt; hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt; dont take it so seriously lah&lt;br /&gt; you're so funny when you're irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; where can ignore like that!&lt;br /&gt; rawr you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; of course i dont know the proper legal terms and procedures lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that's why i should win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaddy :: God is good :: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am not a lawyer nor a law student nor anyone well versed in the law after all&lt;br /&gt; but there is no need for legal knowledge in this case because its a simple case of you dared me i did it therefore i win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hummph&lt;br /&gt; FINE&lt;br /&gt; irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH. Not fair I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8030814390712667825?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8030814390712667825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8030814390712667825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8030814390712667825' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4056442928811729948</id><published>2009-06-07T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:58:37.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A lack of ideas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find... that I have a strange lack of things to say lately. Everything I say is kinda puncuated by "I'm going home tomorrow!". *laughs* I think everyone can't wait to get rid of me so that I'll stop annoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. It is about time to go home. *nods* I'm starting to look less and less like myself. With the bad hair and exam complexion and bushman eyebrows! ARGH. I can't stand it anymore! Can't stand looking so... disgustingly unglamourous. Gotta do something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4056442928811729948?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4056442928811729948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4056442928811729948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4056442928811729948' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8902204053418657117</id><published>2009-06-03T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:50:46.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I typed 22 pages of notes in a little less than 12 hours. *proud* And then I stopped feeling connected to my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The rain. Was very big. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Manicures before year 2000 look like claws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have an exam tomorrow and I am... blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My hair. Needs Maeda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Dbsk concert in Bangkok! Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I WANT BEEF NOODLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Heather is still doing her assignment that is due at 430. *amazed yet horrified*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8902204053418657117?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8902204053418657117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8902204053418657117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8902204053418657117' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-6625075691740785162</id><published>2009-05-29T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:57:20.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures of my beloveds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=Photo7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/Photo7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl (Tiana) and Bex! Check out the pretty, pretty necklace that Bex and I got her for her birthday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=Photo1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/Photo1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thank you message from my sweetie! *beams* Which has been laterally inverted because of the computer. *laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without them. *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-6625075691740785162?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6625075691740785162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/6625075691740785162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6625075691740785162' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-1158488420819547401</id><published>2009-05-25T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:00:26.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanna see pictures? *beams* A bunch of people headed over to hang out with me on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bex and I! Although I wonder why my arm is in such an awkward position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Bex and me. Bex came at like 10am. She woke me up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite Bunny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Grumpy Pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a picture of you taking a picture of me while I'm taking a picture of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Angel. Probably the only picture without Jon posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuen and Chloe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jon, David. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gorgeous Florence. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're more pictures, but they're with Jules. So when I get them, I shall post them. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-1158488420819547401?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1158488420819547401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1158488420819547401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1158488420819547401' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-1067680391701315013</id><published>2009-05-20T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:01:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't start with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath* I tell you. If I have to take anymore nonsense from anyone, I will snap and attempt to strangle them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For possibly the very first time in my life, I am dreading my birthday. Even when I had a maths exam on that day, I still managed a little excitement. But for this year, I just want to hide under the covers until it goes away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my birthday is bringing with it a lot of bad luck and angst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-1067680391701315013?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1067680391701315013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1067680391701315013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1067680391701315013' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-2725509037411133141</id><published>2009-05-18T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:20:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of the world in the 21st century?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that popped up in my head: I don't fucking know. Sad. But true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question for my Japanese oral that's happening next Thursday. I would have typed the original question out but there's a kanji in it that I can't read. *laughs* But argh! I don't know. If I had a choice, I wouldn't even want to exist in this world. All these inconveniences that stem from the very fact and I exist. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I think that the world in the 21st century is full of total nonsense. The world in any age is trapped in a never-ending cycle of self-detriment and social immorality. All people ever spend their time doing is creating newer and more efficient ways to destroy each other. That and excuses to do so. Diplomacy? It's just a term for "Hey. Want to get together and attack this defenceless country on the grounds that it produces nuclear weapons that I have never seen?" Why the hell would anyone want to invade a country that allegedly produces weapons of mass destruction anyway? They could, in all possibility mass destruct you the moment you attempt to invade them. This runs well into the fact that in the 21st century, society is so involved in contradiction. Many individuals stand for education as a means of a better life. However, the very same individuals are stuck in vicious cycles of a meaningless office existance. Therefore, the 21st century is pretty much like any other era. The only difference is that now we have technological advances to justify the nonsense that we get up to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. How do I translate that into Japanese?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-2725509037411133141?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2725509037411133141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2725509037411133141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2725509037411133141' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4943196039095429189</id><published>2009-05-12T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:44:40.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. I'm so tired of Perth. I can't wait to just pack up and go home for a much needed rest. For some reason, everything is so much better at home. For example, if I feel terrible and failure-ish, I'd just call KFC and order a massive amount of food. But here, I just feel terrible. For to get to KFC, I need to drive. =/ And that's the whole reason why I need KFC. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like myself lately. Somehow, I don't love doing all the things I love doing anymore. Everything seems like such a blur. I go to school for the sake of taking attendance. I am so screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I've been really tense. My back hurts. My head hurts. I'm trying to release myself through religion but something always seems to comes back to bite me in the butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4943196039095429189?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4943196039095429189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4943196039095429189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4943196039095429189' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-9166543704853969272</id><published>2009-05-07T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:43:36.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jule's boyfriend actually offered to see what's wong with my lappie for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dawnie's leaving tomorrow. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I punctured a tire on my instructor's car. (A piece of the pavement fell onto the road just as I was diving past. I AM NOT KIDDING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have a massive mosquito bite on my right elbow. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Bex is awesome. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) This search for a housemate business is killing me agonisingly slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I need to read VIVI! *bangs head on table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The parking at uni now costs $2 an hour. (The money sucking bastards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I think I have sleeping sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I... feel broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-9166543704853969272?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/9166543704853969272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/9166543704853969272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#9166543704853969272' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-7901839278687235356</id><published>2009-05-03T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:22:36.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Come back to me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. I need my computer to work! Sharing is way too inconvenient. *nod nod*&lt;br /&gt;I can't even type my notes because I'm concerned whether the person I borrowed the computer from has an assignment or not. Bah. This sucks. I mean, I don't even know what I did! *sulks* It seems that I have no luck with computers. Even when I'm nice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES. And I haven't done anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-7901839278687235356?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7901839278687235356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7901839278687235356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7901839278687235356' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-9000432344573380256</id><published>2009-04-29T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:26:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*updated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One of those big off shoulder tees that can be worn as a dress and a shirt! &lt;br /&gt;2) Shorts. (I'm so sad that WH closed...)&lt;br /&gt;3) Someone to fix my lappie. *sad*&lt;br /&gt;4) Gel eyeliner in many, many colours! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;5) Berry tint from Benefit.&lt;br /&gt;6) HP printer ink (code 21) *laughs* (It's practical and saves me from going to get it myself)&lt;br /&gt;7) A nissan march&lt;br /&gt;8) Mini cooper! (I will name it Spencer)&lt;br /&gt;9) Hyun Joong/Hyung Joon/Kyu Joong/Jung Min &lt;br /&gt;10) "Wet" tights&lt;br /&gt;11) More skirty skirts! (That aren't that,that short... I'm getting old. Gotta cover up a bit more.)&lt;br /&gt;12) Pink eyeshadow! &lt;br /&gt;13) A better case for my i-touch.&lt;br /&gt;14) A YSL pouchie. (I like the ones that look like envelops!)&lt;br /&gt;15) An electronic Japanese english dictionary&lt;br /&gt;16) My Fair Lady DVD with Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;17) Wonder Girls CD with So Hot&lt;br /&gt;18) ss501 CD with Lucky Days&lt;br /&gt;19) A classic Chanel bag *sigh* (I will have you someday my love)&lt;br /&gt;20) A hair straightener/curler (I just want one!)&lt;br /&gt;21) The woollen skullie gloves from ANTEPRIMA (SO PRETTY)&lt;br /&gt;22) Lacoste pink perfume&lt;br /&gt;23) Crumpler lappie case!&lt;br /&gt;24) Love from Gwen Stefani Harajuku series&lt;br /&gt;25) Crimson Lipstick&lt;br /&gt;26) The stuper red lipstick from Shiseido&lt;br /&gt;27) Lipliner (if someone gets me e lipstck)&lt;br /&gt;28) Bangles!&lt;br /&gt;29) A Honda Civic&lt;br /&gt;30) Hand and nail cream from Clarins&lt;br /&gt;31) Sakura body butter from Bodyshop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-9000432344573380256?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/9000432344573380256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/9000432344573380256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#9000432344573380256' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-942390905098889641</id><published>2009-04-21T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:49:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the stress I've been under, or the current forsaken hour that I am up at. But one thing's for certain- I can feel all my worries seeping back into my head. Yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the familar trouble of falling asleep again last night. It was as if my defences had been worn down and the impending unknown was closing in on me. I was (for lack of a better word) terrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be the first time I'm left all alone. That scares me heaps. *nods* (one would have a total psychotic break down but I am far too sleepy to do that right now) That accompanied by the coming camp, assignment due date and my uttermost failure (driving) makes me want to hide.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be worrying because it solves nothing. But I can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-942390905098889641?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/942390905098889641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/942390905098889641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#942390905098889641' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-7295105302158515503</id><published>2009-04-21T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:24:34.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found a random picture on Dawnie's computer! Dawnie thinks it's weird but I like it. *nods* I like how black my eyes are. *laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/DSC00160.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken while waiting for Jie to get to Christmas dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-7295105302158515503?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7295105302158515503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7295105302158515503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7295105302158515503' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-7749170102330727170</id><published>2009-04-20T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:16:21.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As it is soon my birthday, I shall write my annual wish list! *laughs* (I am procrastinating and tired) And as always, presents are never mandatory, but always appreciated. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One of those big off shoulder tees that can be worn as a dress and a shirt! &lt;br /&gt;2) Shorts. (I'm so sad that WH closed...)&lt;br /&gt;3) Someone to fix my lappie. *sad*&lt;br /&gt;4) Gel eyeliner in many, many colours! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;5) Berry tint from Benefit.&lt;br /&gt;6) HP printer ink (code 21) *laughs* (It's practical and saves me from going to get it myself)&lt;br /&gt;7) A nissan march&lt;br /&gt;8) Mini cooper! (I will name it Spencer)&lt;br /&gt;9) Hyun Joong/Hyung Joon/Kyu Joong/Jung Min &lt;br /&gt;10) "Wet" tights&lt;br /&gt;11) More skirty skirts! (That aren't that,that short... I'm getting old. Gotta cover up a bit more.)&lt;br /&gt;12) Pink eyeshadow! &lt;br /&gt;13) A better case for my i-touch.&lt;br /&gt;14) A YSL pouchie. (I like the ones that look like envelops!)&lt;br /&gt;15) An electronic Japanese english dictionary&lt;br /&gt;16) My Fair Lady DVD with Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;17) Wonder Girls CD with So Hot&lt;br /&gt;18) ss501 CD with Lucky Days&lt;br /&gt;19) A classic Chanel bag *sigh* (I will have you someday my love)&lt;br /&gt;20) A hair straightener/curler (I just want one!)&lt;br /&gt;21) The woollen skullie gloves from ANTEPRIMA (SO PRETTY)&lt;br /&gt;22) Lacoste pink perfume&lt;br /&gt;23) Crumpler lappie case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual... I'll add more stuff when I think of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-7749170102330727170?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7749170102330727170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7749170102330727170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7749170102330727170' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5750211660156023468</id><published>2009-04-14T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:41:07.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby hyun jung nickname (eng)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/otw-6LTrwfo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/otw-6LTrwfo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so cute. MINE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5750211660156023468?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5750211660156023468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5750211660156023468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5750211660156023468' title='baby hyun jung nickname (eng)'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4567325830750814736</id><published>2009-04-12T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:14:19.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting conversation!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad changed all e lightbulbs in e house&lt;br /&gt;so it's super bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;my light in the kitchen fell yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;as in the shade&lt;br /&gt;shattered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;poor shade&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor me!!&lt;br /&gt;i had to clean up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh! the shade also very poor thing you know!&lt;br /&gt;must spend so long to get painted&lt;br /&gt;and fired/whatever they do to make them&lt;br /&gt;and after all that effort it shatters!&lt;br /&gt;so unsympathetic&lt;br /&gt;*tsk*&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it was of no more use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that work it did to&lt;br /&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;er...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block the light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YARH&lt;br /&gt;so unappreciative&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;br /&gt;ok ok &lt;br /&gt;i'll hold a funeral for it..&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarh yarh&lt;br /&gt;must put tombstone &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;use a piece of itself..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i guess that'll work&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;are you on break this week too?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;but lots of things to do..&lt;br /&gt;stupid break that is not a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. studying sucks&lt;br /&gt;pay to suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;yup yup&lt;br /&gt;so expensive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally!&lt;br /&gt;but at least you're not doing anything sciency&lt;br /&gt;that'll be more expensive&lt;br /&gt;and my sis who does OT does her tuts in her underwear&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what!!&lt;br /&gt;wait wait&lt;br /&gt;at home you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no&lt;br /&gt;in uni&lt;br /&gt;freakish right!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in her underwear?&lt;br /&gt;only?&lt;br /&gt;u serious?&lt;br /&gt;no guys looking meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ys:mostly girls lah&lt;br /&gt;cuz must be able to see the movement of e muscles and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i knew this earlier i would go for this course..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GASP*&lt;br /&gt;HENTAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would too wouldnt u?&lt;br /&gt;if all the guys were half naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;only if the guys were cute AND half naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..&lt;br /&gt;you mean like me..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;*looks at the poor deluded dude laughing to himself*&lt;br /&gt;sorry ah... but i have standards &lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;*pats*&lt;br /&gt;hentai&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what hentai&lt;br /&gt;you hentai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the one who wants to study something just so they can see half naked girls&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;jon agrees that you're a hentai too!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are crazy&lt;br /&gt;you talked to him?&lt;br /&gt;you are so nasty&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;it's e truth &lt;br /&gt;but yes. i'm quite nasty&lt;br /&gt;whahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so better don't get on my bad side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you better not get on my back side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;madness&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no..&lt;br /&gt;you're mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what.&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where can like that&lt;br /&gt;must have evidence!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um...&lt;br /&gt;do you like cows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they're on my plate with mash, then yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cows have mad cow disease.. therefore, u are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not a cow&lt;br /&gt;AHA!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;but you like cows&lt;br /&gt;ergo, MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my liking for cows is circumstantial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, u are circumstantially mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4567325830750814736?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4567325830750814736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4567325830750814736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4567325830750814736' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8291405499090801250</id><published>2009-04-12T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:54:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Coming of the Papa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is currently very clean. *nods* This morning, at about almost 7ish, my Dad was actually cleaning my mirror! O.O Seriously makes me wonder where I get all my laziness from. Although I see the source of all my obsessive compulsive tendencies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The improvements of my house to date:&lt;br /&gt;1) New shower that you won't actually bump your head against. And not have to experience the rush of freezing water in winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)2 new laundry lines. Papa noticed that I have no space to hang bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Another Steve! Whose name is Adam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) All th lightbulbs are now really bright. It's like we live in the Third Dimension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The kitchen. Is uncharacteristically spotless. It's strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The light in the corridor now works. Huh. (Of course, someone had to point it out to me before I actually noticed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) THERE ARE KRISPY KREMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering (Jie), Dawnie and I dropped off Papa at Bunnings at like 8ish and we're going to pick him up at about 1. I have never seen anyone who loves fixing things that much. On another note, I have gained a significant amount of weight since Papa got here. *laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather makes maggie mee in the microwave (SHE INSISTS THAT SHE DIDN'T TODAY), she is truly disgusting. I mean, maggie mee is already unhealthy. Putting it in the microwaves makes it so much worse! I'm surprised she isn't losing her hair yet. *nod nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very blessed that God let me have Heather as a housemate. *nod nod* (She just said I was mean) *laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to have Chloe and the World will be as perfect as it can get at this moment. Whahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. I'm boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8291405499090801250?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8291405499090801250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8291405499090801250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8291405499090801250' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-8117108174542463818</id><published>2009-04-08T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:34:56.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>張棟樑-小烏龜 (ktv)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ymT-LWc8Pok' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ymT-LWc8Pok'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cute. *laughs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-8117108174542463818?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8117108174542463818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/8117108174542463818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8117108174542463818' title='張棟樑-小烏龜 (ktv)'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-2201088076133290105</id><published>2009-04-08T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:13:23.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So much for sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 945 in the morning and I am up, dressed and sipping a carton of soy milk. Yet, one is far from bright eyed and bushy tailed. ARGHHHH. I want to sleep! But no. I have to sit here and wait for some DHL dude to pick up a package. *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I only have 1 assignment left! *woohoo* But it's one that tests my ability to come up with academic crap. Argh. (Actually. My whole degree is based on me coming up with academic crap. Huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Cell is now my main source of fun. *laughs* (Imagine that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have discovered a frightening epiphany for guys born on a certain day. Tis freakish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Daddy's coming on thursday night! *beams* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I suddenly quite like Zhang Dong Liang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Jie got into the JET program! *squeals* (please feel free to mention that your beautiful youngest sister is available to any cute senior high guys yeah. *laughs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Can't believe that Papa doesn't know that there are Kripy Kremes in Sydney. (total sacrilege.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Why am I the only one who likes SS501?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Chloe is awesome! *nods in all seriousness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Teddy is mean. *nods again in all seriousness* (Chloe thinks so too!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Why isn't the stupid DHL guy here yet?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-2201088076133290105?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2201088076133290105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2201088076133290105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2201088076133290105' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-2885235203327993613</id><published>2009-03-29T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:04:07.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Girls - So Hot 원더걸스</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2590HaztRb0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2590HaztRb0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man... I wish I was that hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-2885235203327993613?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2885235203327993613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2885235203327993613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2885235203327993613' title='Wonder Girls - So Hot 원더걸스'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-11666273202773809</id><published>2009-03-28T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:30:53.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My freak out finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate japanese. Hate it right now. Hate hate hate hate hate! Which is weird. I' supposed to love it. I could have gone to any other university and done any other course but I chose to suffer for 6 years so I could do japanese. And I want to kill myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-11666273202773809?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/11666273202773809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/11666273202773809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#11666273202773809' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-1251753692223744881</id><published>2009-03-28T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:54:27.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of words. Let's have random pictures from random places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/DSC00227.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny with the super cool watch I got him for his birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010252.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010252.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawnie and I all dressed up for dinner at Tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010248.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010248.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Andi, Sep and Alex. They came to help Heather build a chest of drawers from IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=P1010260.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/P1010260.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sunita, Shyam and Dass came, we went for dinner at The Twisted Fork. This is the special vegetarian menu that the Chef printed up for us. *laughs* So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=Photo_5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/Photo_5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chole and I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-1251753692223744881?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1251753692223744881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1251753692223744881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1251753692223744881' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3600969170638973927</id><published>2009-03-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:56:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Daddy's coming! *excited* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jie! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3600969170638973927?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3600969170638973927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3600969170638973927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3600969170638973927' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-7926922970904359554</id><published>2009-03-16T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:25:07.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to start typing my contracts assignment at 1230. It is now 1. *rolls eyes* Here's something I stumbled upon a couple of nights ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razors pain you;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers are damp;&lt;br /&gt;Acids stain you;&lt;br /&gt;And drugs cause cramp;&lt;br /&gt;Guns aren't lawful;&lt;br /&gt;Nooses give;&lt;br /&gt;Gas smells awful;&lt;br /&gt;You might as well live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this poem hilarious! It's been a long time since I appreciated poetry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The monsters upstairs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who live upstairs are awful. They truly are! Imagine waking up to the CONTINUOUS blasting of Saturday Night Fever at 7 in the morning! I have nothing against the BeeGees but really. It is necessary!? If it's not the BeeGees, it's ABBA. Why why why!? Why are they doing this to me? Man. I hope somethine happens to their stereo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound evil but when I heard the woman upstairs vomiting at an uearthly decibel, I felt rather gleeful. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-7926922970904359554?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7926922970904359554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/7926922970904359554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7926922970904359554' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3879867649740554246</id><published>2009-03-10T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:27:09.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had a huge materialistic thought about stuff I really want at this moment. (Yes. I do this in the hope that people will get me some of this stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;1) Not quite ankle length ankle boots (I do not care that they will not fit around the ankles! I will make them fit!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A blue/pink Balenciaga motoercycle bag. (I saw Momoko carrying hers and I almost burst into tears.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shiny leggings (Yes. I should have bought the ones from Forever21.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Midnight blue eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Gel eyeliner (I bought one in Japan but I have no idea where Dawnie has tossed it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Anything with studs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Fishnet-ish like stockings (Not for the slut factor. I just came up with the most awesome outfit to wear them with in my head! However, I kinda need to go buy the elements of that outfit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) A very light, very flowy, very short black dress with longish sleeves. (I can wear it with coloured leggings and black ankle boots that will materialise out of nowhere.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Dammit. I wanna grow my hair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I should have bought the really tiny metallic shorts. (Which. I can wear with a checkered shirt that I don't have.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I am totally going to dye my hair strawberry blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) A very funky hairband. (I should have bought the feathery one from Japan. Argh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop matching everything with ankle boots since I can't wear them! *bans head on table*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3879867649740554246?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3879867649740554246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3879867649740554246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3879867649740554246' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3787715480855452343</id><published>2009-03-09T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:17:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summary: On the day I came back to Perth, Teddy gave me some mochi. Since they were in a plastic bag, I didn't feel them and just plonked them in the fridge. About a week-ish later, with the intention to eat them, I took them out. However, they were all hard and rock-like. I gave one a tiny lick and decided it tasted funny. Plus, judging from the thudding it made when it fell on the floor, it really did seem very rock-like.Therefore, thinking it was inedible, I tossed it out. Teddy came over today and asked me about the mochi. After hearing that I didn't eat it because it was all hard, he said very incredulously that I had to boil it first! He then proceeded to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convo: (It's kinda obvious who's who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey mochi!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;anyone could have made that mistake&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone else in our group &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare&lt;br /&gt;it's not funny!&lt;br /&gt;it was a perfectly normal mistake&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;mochi is supposed to come already soft and squishy!&lt;br /&gt;you're not supposed to do anything to it!&lt;br /&gt;your mochi has no consumer benefits whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;daifuku is soft&lt;br /&gt;coz it's slightly different to mochi&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't harden as fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how was i suppose to know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and normal mochi is sold in it's hard state&lt;br /&gt;unless it's freshly made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how was i supposed to know that&lt;br /&gt;i don't go randomly research mochi&lt;br /&gt;YOU DIDN'T TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;dumbass&lt;br /&gt;stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i didn't&lt;br /&gt;it's not something that pple are born knowing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you knew what mochi was so usually you're supposed to know&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;well you know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heather: A REASONABLE PERSON WILL NOT EXPECT A MOCHI TO BE BOILED BEFORE EATING&lt;br /&gt;SEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it depends on what sort of mochi it is&lt;br /&gt;wait you've never had mochi, mochi right&lt;br /&gt;like not the normal one&lt;br /&gt;only daifuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt; (gets another person to justify)&lt;br /&gt;:: bEckiiEy :: and they lived happily ever after ... then real life intrudes says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;:: bEckiiEy :: and they lived happily ever after ... then real life intrudes says:&lt;br /&gt;mochi must be boiled?&lt;br /&gt;:: bEckiiEy :: and they lived happily ever after ... then real life intrudes says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there! see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm we should ask the others then&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;no mention of this&lt;br /&gt;*glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know that they know then?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;i bet they don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet that how many don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really!&lt;br /&gt;wanna bet then!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that at least one of them will know&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;not including celestine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey but I already said excluding danny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but celeste will know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means i lose&lt;br /&gt;WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol but you said not no one would know&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one does not include Celestine!&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;how about we bet that rachie doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;she's a neutral party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we both aren't sure whether she knows or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;how much though lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;a coke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;how bout 10&lt;br /&gt;or 20&lt;br /&gt;do have 50 left&lt;br /&gt;only&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine then.&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;i'll call rachie now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we won't see her tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;but you could lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wanna see her reaction&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get her to justify it&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;aw come on&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I wanna be there to see it&lt;br /&gt;it'll be funnier&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know now!&lt;br /&gt;i'm calling her&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;SHE DOESN'T KNOW&lt;br /&gt;$10 tomorrow thanks&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;you sure&lt;br /&gt;*stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give once I ask rach&lt;br /&gt;crap not enough credit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got rachie to call you&lt;br /&gt;*dances around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;10 then&lt;br /&gt;arrh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have change for 50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring it tomorrow then&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts doing a I'M RIGHT dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74dp013 （公久） says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;you feel better now right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Thanks Rachie! *muah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3787715480855452343?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3787715480855452343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3787715480855452343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3787715480855452343' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4592423678421586292</id><published>2009-03-06T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:09:10.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meme!&lt;br /&gt;***********FOOD-OLOGY***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your choice of salad dressing ?&lt;br /&gt;Thousand island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Tsunami. Definitely. Good food and good service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it?&lt;br /&gt;That's easy! Mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your pizza toppings of choice?&lt;br /&gt;Olives and mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to put on your toast?&lt;br /&gt;Cheese or peanut butter. Or maybe just cheese since Jie banned me from having any peanut butter. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********TECHNOLOGY***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many television sets are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what color of cell phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Blue/black.&lt;br /&gt;***************BIOLOGY******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;Righty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;Hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;br /&gt;My bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically yes, but literally, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************BULLCRAPOLOGY**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;I would change my name to "Your Highness." *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what currency the money comes in and how large the bottle of hot sauce is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************DUMBOLOGY******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of flip flops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;2. Hm... How sad. They must need friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you had a run-in with the cops?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;Dawnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Dawnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************FAVORITOLOGY****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season?&lt;br /&gt;Winter. Cold=Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! It's the end of the week but far away from Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month?&lt;br /&gt;December! Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********CURRENTOLOGY*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood?&lt;br /&gt;Bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;The voices in my head telling me to go do my 3 assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching?&lt;br /&gt;The air. It's so hot, the air's actually VISIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna start me on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************RANDOMOLOGY*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************QUESTIONS***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Do you always answer your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Only if I like you and hear it ring at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It's four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?&lt;br /&gt;No one who wants to live texts me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you could change your eye color what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. What's Sonic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you own a digital camera?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Her name is Lucy and she lives in a green pouchy pouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever had a pet fish?&lt;br /&gt;Dad did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;Falis Navidad (sp?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What's on your wish list for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;Push up yes. Push ups.... maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Can you do a chin up?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Does the future make you more nervous or excited?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have any saved texts?&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Ever been in a car wreck?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you have an accent?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What is the last song to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;I've never cried listehing to a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Plans tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Cell and then... Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Name 3 things you bought in the last week&lt;br /&gt;Juice, lamb chops and potatoes. (My my. How exciting my life is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Have you ever been given roses?&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Current hate right now?&lt;br /&gt;School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Met someone who changed your life?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) How did you bring in the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;With the glorious activity called sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What song represents you?&lt;br /&gt;Lonely in Georgous- Tommy February &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Name three people who might complete this?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What were you doing at 12 AM last night&lt;br /&gt;Watching Zhang Dong Liang. *beams* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;"I hope the people upstairs die."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4592423678421586292?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4592423678421586292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4592423678421586292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4592423678421586292' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4170366879794858320</id><published>2009-03-04T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:20:17.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All's good&lt;br /&gt;Well... As most of you probably already know, my overload has been approved! Therefore I am currently working my butt off in order to get credits for all my units. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is getting more and moe boring lately. I rarely go out and nothing interesting ever happens. Well then again... maybe this conversation can be considered interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy: *Sitting in his favourite corner by the TV for the past 4 hours or so*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawnie (Who is back in the Land of the Forsaken): You sit on the floor so long your backside not numb ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy: *says with a perfectly serious face* No. (And something about sitting on the floor every time he goes to his friend's house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawnie: It's a Japanese thing then. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha! Maybe you need to actually see it before you get why it's so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4170366879794858320?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4170366879794858320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4170366879794858320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4170366879794858320' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-1570362413134616727</id><published>2009-02-26T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:22:38.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kill me. Kill me now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past hour, I have recieved an email from Murdoch University that states that I have to apply for permission to take 15 points worth of units. By taking 15 points worth, I am overloading (Now that I've realised it, I understand my workload so much better. Huh.). So. In short, I have to ask for permission to do what I have already paid thousands of dollars to do/suffer with. This is incredibly dumb. If they don't approve my application (I have to apply!) to overload (Which they better not), are they going to refund me my thousands of dollars?! This is rather worrying. Plus, I have already planed out a timetable to fit all my assignments and commitments- I'm quite certain that I'll be able to hand up everything on time. Bah. They better approve it. It's already almost the 3rd week of school! I've already bought all my books and stuff. Bah. The idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the mood to complain about my assignments now. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-1570362413134616727?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1570362413134616727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/1570362413134616727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1570362413134616727' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-3025053625244358948</id><published>2009-02-24T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:11:52.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! A post! I when for karaoke with my Canning College gang last Saturday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4660.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4660.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny and Andi were very interested in the children's menu in Dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4663.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4663.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4665.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4665.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite month and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4666.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4666.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr grumpy pot. Who is smiling. Huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4662.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4675.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4675.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi is bad at taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4678.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4678.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4668.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4668.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny likes my sunnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4683.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4683.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4685.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4685.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my favourite guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4688.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/funkyice/IMG_4688.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sep again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I'm going on hiatus again! Too much work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-3025053625244358948?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3025053625244358948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/3025053625244358948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3025053625244358948' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-5003031080116473980</id><published>2009-02-22T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:44:45.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Luo Zhi Xiang -  Hot Shot MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/m11r4xyZ_oI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/m11r4xyZ_oI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weird song. Cool video. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-5003031080116473980?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5003031080116473980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/5003031080116473980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5003031080116473980' title='Show Luo Zhi Xiang -  Hot Shot MV'/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-4640782935809437445</id><published>2009-01-23T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:55:51.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love getting my hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: Cutto and highlighto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *nods* Shorto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: Shorto?! *raises hairbrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Um! Funky ne~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: Eh... Not easy ne... *starts poking around hair* KAWAII NE~ (when he finished deciding how he was going to cut it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: Hontouni shorto ne~ Sure ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *nods resolutely* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: Starto! *grabs the long bits of my hair is snips it all off in one go* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *looks at the bit of the magazine that teaches girls how to tie up their hair pretty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: Big hair ne! You cannot! *laughs very gleefully* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *makes a face at him* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: *laughs at my face and pokes me on the cheek* Why so red? Sake? *looks at me knowingly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! Atsui! (Warm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: Hai hai... Atsui... *smiles knowingly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: *tentatively finishes cutting* Ah! Bishoujo ne~ (Pretty girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *mind goes into hyperventilation mode* (COME ON. MAEDA CALLED ME PRETTY!!! The World is perfect right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: *Points to the massive amount of hair on the floor* Hora! See! Too much hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And on to colouring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Light! With pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: Ne ne ne~ *starts excitedly pointing at colours and rambling in Japanese* I go create! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeda: *Waits for colour to be done and continues to happily chop off more of my hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally in love with my hairstylist. He makes me beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-4640782935809437445?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4640782935809437445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/4640782935809437445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4640782935809437445' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-2179995891601399832</id><published>2008-12-31T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:08:45.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... It's that time of the year again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get driving out of the way once and for all (ARGH. The thought of it kills me.)&lt;br /&gt;2) Survive my 3rd semester in university (4 units!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Be more relaxed&lt;br /&gt;4) Consume less sugar&lt;br /&gt;5) Improve my Mandarin and Japanese&lt;br /&gt;6) Learn more Cantonese (*laughs*) &lt;br /&gt;7) Actually figure out what to do with my hair and stick to it. =/ (When I have short hair I want long hair and when I have longish hair I can't wait to cut it all off again.) &lt;br /&gt;8) Learn how to do the Wonder Girls- Nobody dance (*laughs* It's fun!)&lt;br /&gt;9) Be skinnier (as always)&lt;br /&gt;10) Buy more SS501 stuff! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I only have 10 this year. Odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-2179995891601399832?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2179995891601399832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/2179995891601399832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2179995891601399832' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-715787460104781530</id><published>2008-12-19T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:32:23.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For My Beloved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;It's too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be sad, to cry, to wallow&lt;br /&gt;Because you deserve at least that much from me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I wasn't the greatest owner,&lt;br /&gt;But you loved me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, when you needed me most&lt;br /&gt;I was helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Russell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell passed away on the 18th of December 2008. My Russell. My amazing, handsome, mischievous little boy. Every time I close me eyes, I see a slide show of all the memories I have with him. The way he nudged me while playing wii, the way he snuggled himself on me as I watched tv, the feeling of his wet nose on my hand when Jie opened the door in the morning... It breaks my heart to think that he's not here. I don't have the courage to open the door and realise that he's not going to run up to me. But then again, this is not about me. This is about my Russelly and how much joy he has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell was (Past tense. *sighs*) what most people would consider a terror. But he was my terror. He was impossible to train and impossible to shut up. *laughs* Armed with dog training guides, I tried to teach him to sit. In order to remember the command, he actually had to be well... sitting. But he never was! So, I had to push his butt(adorned with the most adorable black patch) down and demandly say "sit!" Idiot learnt the touch but not the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had such an amusing personality. He was probably the worst secret keeper in the world. Every time he did something bad, he seemed to have to look on his face. The look that he was kinda bursting with glee but afraid that we would find out what he did. It's difficult to explain, but we always knew when he was being naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so painful to know that he's no longer with me. I just hope that he knows somehow that I miss him so much and from the day I saw him, I knew that I would always love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6821768-715787460104781530?l=asicemelts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/715787460104781530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6821768/posts/default/715787460104781530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asicemelts.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#715787460104781530' title=''/><author><name>chic_flick</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821768.post-6432545202254457067</id><published>2008-12-12T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:53:47.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[MV] SS501 - Lucky days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/HmGICkyTeqo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HmGICkyTeqo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Kyaa kyaa* Someone get me them for Christmas please? *whines* Or just Hyun Joong or Hyung Jun or Jang Min is good too! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it begins. 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