<?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-6761940468201069862</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:51:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-6209790252531301491</id><published>2009-10-04T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:31:09.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am lazy to do anything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-6209790252531301491?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6209790252531301491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-lazy-to-do-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6209790252531301491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6209790252531301491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-lazy-to-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-6802181137759524232</id><published>2009-10-01T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:27:24.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont wanna be hearing anymore of your bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be just there so you wont miss me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be a punching bag.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be used for your whatever purpose.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be cheap anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be the reason for what happens to you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be afraid that what i say might hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be caring about someone who doesnt give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be lying to myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You said you love me.&lt;br /&gt;And so, why are you lying to me? Am i so darn young and naive? I believe not.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-6802181137759524232?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6802181137759524232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-wanna-be-hearing-anymore-of-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6802181137759524232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6802181137759524232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-wanna-be-hearing-anymore-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-503427738871457796</id><published>2009-09-29T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:29:44.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Waiting for your call im sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;call.. im angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;call.. im desperate for your voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh... when is this gonna end, when will my request ever come true. when will i get t live some proper life? I'm tired like everyone else is... But i hurt every second..Blah im lazy to type all th shit and crap i want t say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-503427738871457796?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/503427738871457796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting-for-your-call-im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/503427738871457796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/503427738871457796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting-for-your-call-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-2744955170182523408</id><published>2009-09-05T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:12:55.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not emo no more :DDDD I want to thank everyone that was there when i was feeling really low. I found out that its MY fault okayyyyy.. Whee wheeee :DD let me start thanking. Thank you dear - for making me understand, thank you josephine for keeping me alive, thank you cindy - for keeping me on, thank you sweekheng - for making lame things funny, thank you yirui - being there when i was sad, thank you eric - for explaning stuff, thank you casia - for making me laugh, thank you weiteck - for letting me poke you and making me laugh alot, thank you everyone else that i've talked t during my emo days - for talking to me; it makes me happy, you know &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-2744955170182523408?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2744955170182523408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-not-emo-no-more-dddd-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2744955170182523408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2744955170182523408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-not-emo-no-more-dddd-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-7757926566167202948</id><published>2009-08-23T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:32:24.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just wondering why blogger looks so weird now. I mean, when blogging. Like when im typing, now. Okay I should wonder why I even bothered to blog?? Its either im really bored or i have something to say. Its kind of like both. But i prefer not to speak so much. Many things i choose to forget. Nobody gets everything they want in every way. No one. So no one shall get to know unless they talk to me or... well, they already know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it really much when the internet suddenly goes off. Knowing that i am using it, why still do this kind of things??? I am FRUSTRATED and ANNOYED by your childish doings. By doing this will make me hate you more instead of wanting to talk to you more. You idiot. You seriously think this is going to closen our ties isnt it. WELL IM TELLING YOU, ITS NOT! I'M SO WISHING YOU'D FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE BECAUSE I'VE NEVER BEEN THIS ANGRY BEFORE!&lt;br /&gt;Okay im alright now.. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wish to talk anymore.. I'm tired.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-7757926566167202948?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7757926566167202948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-just-wondering-why-blogger-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/7757926566167202948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/7757926566167202948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-just-wondering-why-blogger-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-5941528723444318029</id><published>2009-08-16T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:29:22.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, it rained. I went out running in there. i wish i could stay there longer. i mean, i never get sick so easily. Not like i wanted to, but its been veeerrrryy long since it rained. Rain is my friend. Darkness is my best friend. i havent been blogging since so long ago. thanks to the fact that i had no access to the internet! (Or i was busy?) Grr.. but recently could surf and i was "busy" facebooking. I am being more emotional these days.. Lalalaa. Literally emotional.. I could be soo high and soo low.. too bad i missed the chance when i was in the proper state to start some slashing. i felt so horrible then. And disgusted by my presence. I mean, what i only heard in my brain was all those words telling me that i was surplus and whatever. Well, they didnt. i overread betweent the lines. But wont they just LOVE IT when they see me hurt. I am sooooo not deserved to be cared about that i'd bet even if i die, they would laugh. They would joke that he's better without me. YESYES! he IS better without me. Hahahaaaah. C'mon, im destroying myself. Arent there anything you wanna say to me..? Tell me to go to hell, me attention seeker..? what i can say is. Really..? I want to too. YES i am so insignificant. But im not trying to seek attention. First, i wanna waste space that i finally own. I dont wanna continue. Cuz i needa go. Peeekers are bugggginnn meeee. Tata! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I LOVE JOSEPHINE YEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-5941528723444318029?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5941528723444318029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-it-rained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/5941528723444318029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/5941528723444318029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-it-rained.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-7308001125661415191</id><published>2009-07-23T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:11:23.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why was i kicked out of the class..? What did i do..? I had my work, yes. I really didnt know when they said we should hand it up. But really, since they say im in the wrong, i shall say too. But honestly, i think i am being wronged. Why am i the first girl to get out of the class..? What did i do, really..? I am here to learn, not to get kicked out for no reason. For one thing, putra didnt tell me i didnt hand up. Teachers. Typical. Its my fault. I should be responsible homework. But look, we are human too. What we feel is what you feel before.. Normal teachers only like budding students, but rarely look at hardworking ones. Im not saying im hardworking. I tried. But it didnt work. So what is the point. I work hard, but the result is the SAME. I might be very worthless. But i still have a brain. I dont like it this way. Prenultimately, its either they are strict and dont joke, or are very lenient. Finally, i find this a whole ridicule. Cuz its not my fault&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-7308001125661415191?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7308001125661415191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-was-i-kicked-out-of-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/7308001125661415191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/7308001125661415191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-was-i-kicked-out-of-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-4942919217834758781</id><published>2009-07-16T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:59:02.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its very well common that if you don't do well in a subject, obviously, you would instinctively hate it. But hey, i've learnt the way not to do that. Guess what..? I shall hate all of them. Even if i do well. That is very unreasonable of me, but who cares. You can choose not to bother. Like the teachers. Everyone choses to ignore me, and so i shall just ignore everything else as well. What matters is that i know, no matter how hard i try, i will be back to where i always was. In the past, now, and forever to come. Yay, great, everything flew like little sparks and i am to survive. Yes. But who can see a useless person....? I just feel like writing here so at least i have written evidence that i actually felt like this before. Why wont the misery just go away...? what a load of self pity.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-4942919217834758781?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4942919217834758781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-very-well-common-that-if-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/4942919217834758781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/4942919217834758781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-very-well-common-that-if-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-2514514118512171454</id><published>2009-07-11T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:15:53.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long since i really went to post. But, you think that man bothers..? No. He wants me to be unhappy. Dont bring me to the counsellor. Im not gonna do it. No matter how hard you try. Im staying put. Im fine, really. Let him kill me. You there reading must be thinking i'm trying to attract some worthless attention. Nope. I'm not. I'm trying to say, when i die, at least theres written evidence okay..? that is the real purpose of my blog anyway. At least those lawyers etc would see what i feel.. They wont see... I'm really unhappy. With that man. I didnt make that mistake. Im not willing to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;(on top is crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently been doing lots of cooking and and and... Nothing much actually =( oh, felt cards. Lalalaaa.. Really, nothing much. I post for the sake of posting. Yay... =.= People are nice, but why am i like this..?? Hey, lemme ask. Is there anything positive about life..?? no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-2514514118512171454?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2514514118512171454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-since-i-really-went-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2514514118512171454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2514514118512171454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-since-i-really-went-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-2348731311813942761</id><published>2009-06-20T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:12:50.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well.. I'm sitting here, bored. How to call him. I'm in malaysia yea, but i still can find ways right..? Needa communicate D; I'm dying, dying dying dying. sighhh... So alone. No audi. No mummy. No piglet. Came here to do my hair. But guess what..? Words to describe it are.. Starting with a letter H. Hideous. Horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-2348731311813942761?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2348731311813942761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-well-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2348731311813942761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2348731311813942761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-566590327139097406</id><published>2009-06-15T10:34:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:43:24.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad, when are you ever coming back..?&lt;br /&gt;I'm having weird dreams, and im unable to differentiate whats true and whats not.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me alone.. I can’t stand up again.. Just let me see you for a second..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late, because i dreamt of him. Thought it was real. Nevertheless, i didnt want to end the dream, hence waking up late. Woke up in disappointment. Only had 15 minutes to prepare (says mother) Went for breakfast near cousins' house. (why do i ever have to do this..?) Cousins' house (why, why, why..??) Made felt cards. (memories of the past... Once again flooding back.. Ever since i told myself not to involve myself in crafts again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5WfzD33I/AAAAAAAAABs/YUdTuxQisjw/s1600-h/Felt+cards+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347383928716255090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5WfzD33I/AAAAAAAAABs/YUdTuxQisjw/s200/Felt+cards+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made of scrap felt my cousin had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left is given to my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5WdzWD9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GOMleKarjL0/s1600-h/Image42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347383928180576210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5WdzWD9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GOMleKarjL0/s200/Image42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more i made after i took that picture.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The background is a paper with a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW44HL833I/AAAAAAAAABk/B6zv2iVKU-o/s1600-h/Piglet.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Pasir Ris Park. My cousins' house was at jurong west, so had to travel to the other end of singapore. It was my brother and my first time there. There were my mother's colleagues, so we were strangers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5WslE2_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/H0GDwYC8Tkk/s1600-h/PArk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347383932147260402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5WslE2_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/H0GDwYC8Tkk/s200/PArk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like this angle, it feels rather uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5W3atcWI/AAAAAAAAACE/RI_8mQQpGAE/s1600-h/Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347383935056572770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5W3atcWI/AAAAAAAAACE/RI_8mQQpGAE/s200/Tree.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that tree right there. But im a really lousy photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQed throughout the night.. Left at 10.25pm. Went to the MRT station. (mother's colleague sent us there) Boarded the train at 10.30. Sad enough, my phone had no more battery. I could've sent him a few messages or so about my day... Saw many couples.. But the feeling is dead.. I dont wanna feel it.. Dont want to be envious anymore. I take charge of my own feelings, my emotions. A weird and sleepless night followed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to takashimaya...&lt;br /&gt;Bought so much to eat... I stuffed myself.. Sticked to being positive. But my back really hurt.. Usually occurs in old people.. Rather weird... We were just walking, and i was trying really hard to randomise my thoughts... Then i saw this piglet. Its the size of.... Well, it can sit on my chair. Just nice. So its rather huge.. I dont even know why i asked my mother to buy it for me.. I was in a rather good mood then. So, she said if there were anymore extra stock, then i could. But there wasnt. Pretty sad huh, but she said if she sees one, she would buy it. (why is she really being so nice these days..? **rhetorical question**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5Wyg_UcI/AAAAAAAAACM/QzD8xtoggj0/s1600-h/Piglet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347383933740732866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5Wyg_UcI/AAAAAAAAACM/QzD8xtoggj0/s200/Piglet.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is.. I like the fact that her eyes are brown.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are brown too. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home.. Around six.. This time things got really sad.. (Whats happening...? We were so good, once.. As a threesome. I guess, this is what happens when i dont cherish things. Did i not..? Or was it really not enough..? Even what once seemed to be so perfect is falling apart) Looked for the seashells i found the day before.. Picked out what i wanted or what i do not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW7Tf22xvI/AAAAAAAAACc/QhafoCncqFw/s1600-h/Final+shells.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347386076215822066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW7Tf22xvI/AAAAAAAAACc/QhafoCncqFw/s200/Final+shells.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ones i picked. The small ones are really pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjXAtao3aFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fp4LkWBDZPA/s1600-h/Picked+shells+(dark).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW7TheCz6I/AAAAAAAAACk/YpLv9MRpQQ0/s1600-h/Remaining+shells.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347386076648624034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW7TheCz6I/AAAAAAAAACk/YpLv9MRpQQ0/s200/Remaining+shells.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, these are the remaining. With soggy tissue paper because i put the washed shells on the tissue paper straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjXBX20M-yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8FbESYKj2Ps/s1600-h/Final+choice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347392748167953186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjXBX20M-yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8FbESYKj2Ps/s200/Final+choice.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i decided to add in some more. Besides, i did filter them out from those at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sometimes it really seems that it depends how you look at things.. If you change your thinking, what you feel are flaws might turn out to be what makes them unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. Just the computer and i. Literally. Im not talking to anyone. Its not that im trying to be antisocial. I just dont feel like it. Maybe i trip to the bookstore later..? Perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-566590327139097406?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/566590327139097406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-when-are-you-ever-coming-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/566590327139097406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/566590327139097406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-when-are-you-ever-coming-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOMSaQE_e1Y/SjW5WfzD33I/AAAAAAAAABs/YUdTuxQisjw/s72-c/Felt+cards+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-6198705691661681342</id><published>2009-06-12T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:42:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop saying nothing will last.&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying nothing is forever.&lt;br /&gt;Anything to do with it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but this has got NOTHING to do with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Its people outside kay..??&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me that whatever wont last.&lt;br /&gt;At least i get to cherish the moments.&lt;br /&gt;At least i felt it.&lt;br /&gt;Not like you people constantly craving for things you dont already have.&lt;br /&gt;Look at what you ALREADY own.&lt;br /&gt;You dont "predict" things when you dont handle your life properly.&lt;br /&gt;Dont talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-6198705691661681342?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6198705691661681342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-saying-nothing-will-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6198705691661681342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6198705691661681342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-saying-nothing-will-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-4271520852956198704</id><published>2009-06-09T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:00:55.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its all over now,&lt;br /&gt;Right...?&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have shown my true emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;Should have listened to my instincts.&lt;br /&gt;Should not have shown what is inside.&lt;br /&gt;Even to him.&lt;br /&gt;Making people feel helpless..&lt;br /&gt;Its not what i wanna do..&lt;br /&gt;But dont tell me your life is far worse,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never accept that..&lt;br /&gt;Thats not true, okay..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-4271520852956198704?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-6508276942735800261</id><published>2009-06-07T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:20:08.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess, why i got a C for civics and moral education was that.. Pure knowledge doesnt count... Actions should've been there... And.. Whats past is past.. Should i start everything over once again....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-6508276942735800261?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6508276942735800261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-why-i-got-c-for-civics-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6508276942735800261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6508276942735800261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-why-i-got-c-for-civics-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-5356983476450024601</id><published>2009-06-07T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:01:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many words to say, yet i dont really feel like saying it...&lt;br /&gt;First off... You people really dont understand me. I'm not trying to show off, but face it. I dont have the mind of a teenager. No matter how much i explain it, you people would just, kind of give me advice. But have you actually thought, what went through my mind when you say those words, when i keep quiet..? Think about it. I'm not the kind of teenager who never think about reality. Have you ever thought that i, had actually did those before. I dont want to explain this to every single person who tries giving me advice. Please. I did what i can do. My flaws, i changed. All of you told me that i gave that annoying look. Yes, i changed that. The boys used to hate me alot. Yes, i changed too. You told me i only seeked sweekheng only when i needed her. Okay, i steered clear. I learnt from my mistakes. I thought before i did. I saw what you people didnt like. I got over what normal people wouldnt. Find this amusing, hilarious or lame then i'd say you're really naive. Dont tell me okay..? Dont ask me what my problem is. Some people say i should keep it to myself. Yet some people told me to tell them. Here it is. All the while, i laughed when im actually sad, held anger inside. I know people are worse. The reason why i wrote this is not to insult. I never meant it that way. But please, i've did whats there to do. I've held this for so long. I kept my feelings because i didnt want to make my problem all of yours. Its only my problem, im not saying that you people (some) are busybody, but actually that you would never know the feeling of being there. Counsellor..? No. You just study children and teenagers. You feel the outside hurt. Thats all. But you're not there to feel that every second in that place. I know you can put yourself in our shoes, but its just not the same. Being there itself lets you experience the hardest of the moments. Being so alone when nobody understands. Nobody understands anybody. True. Simply true. But i still feel some people say it for the wrong reasons. They just say it due to minor reasons. Not saying mine is major. Yet again. Look at yourself before you give advice. Have you actually gone through what i gone through..? When you say your life is unfair, do you actually open your eyes to see that there are many who feel the same way..? And what about those that never complained a single word about their hard life. They're humble, hence its hard to attain advice. You get advice from yourself. From your own experience okay..? Dont tell me to tell you. You hear my story, and all you can is say oh. Because you think your own story is much worse isnt it..? Sad to say, i do not exist to compare. You accept yourself before telling others what to do. I've seen people being selfish. Hurting others to save themselves. And so i dont do that. Can you see..? What is genuine and what is not can be seen. You people are teenagers, you dont see. But teachers do. I dont know how they do it, but they manage to see whether you are truely frustrated or stressed inside and giving fake smiles or not. I'm not trying to say that my life is the most complicated one. They are far worse. So please, for many people, stop saying this "my life is worse than yours ............. " I'm not interested okay..? You think about others before saying something. Ever thought that it would hurt someone when actually, their life is much worse..? If you claim to pity yourself and yet again tell your story, then it would hurt those who are in poorer positions. You claim that you pity yourself, in a better life, hence pitying them as well. Look at justice. Look at the world. Does it actually still exist anymore..? Just selfishness and greed. Say that you can do nothing, but if you actually stop being so selfcentered, then you can look at the world in a very different way. I dont even know why i had a C for civics and moral education. Also known as being able to spot what is right and what is wrong. Do i not know what is wrong and what is not..? Do i not understand justice, rights equality, moral reciprocity, and reconstructed my knowledge of the world. Look, not everyone is ordinary. Its ridiculous when some people randomly say they are hiding behind a smile. That &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; applies to incidents when someone is told of your story (from someone else) and gets a really big shock about what you actually face. Now, THAT is hiding. When you can actually deceive without a fault. Once again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS POST IS NOT MEAN TO BE RUDE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-5356983476450024601?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5356983476450024601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-words-to-say-yet-i-dont-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/5356983476450024601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/5356983476450024601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-words-to-say-yet-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-7816198997947945374</id><published>2009-06-01T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:53:24.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REASONS WHY IT IS MY FAULT:&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT GIVE HIM HIS FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT ALLOW HIM TO BE WITH HIS FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;I WAS UPSET WHEN HE DIDNT REPLY&lt;br /&gt;I IGNORED HIM WHEN I PLAY AUDI.&lt;br /&gt;I OVERLOOKED HIS GOOD POINTS&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT BOTHER ABOUT WHAT HE DID&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY BOTHERED ABOUT WHAT HE DID NOT DO.&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT GIVE HIM TIME TO SPEND WITH HIMSELF&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT LET HIM SLEEP IN CLASS&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT ALLOW IT WHEN HE DOES DO THINGS I ASKED HIM TO&lt;br /&gt;I ASKED FOR TOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;I BLAMED HIM TOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TOO MUCH OF HIGH EXPECTATIONS&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO GIVE UP EASILY&lt;br /&gt;I GET TIRED EASILY&lt;br /&gt;I AM OVER PARANOID&lt;br /&gt;I WAS (AM) TOO SELFISH AS TO KEEP HIM FOR MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;I NEGLECTED EVERYTHING ELSE OF HIS&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT FULFILL WHAT HE WANTED&lt;br /&gt;**TO BE CONTINUED**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RECLAIMER: THE ABOVE INFORMATION MAY NOT BE 100% TRUE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-7816198997947945374?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7816198997947945374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/reasons-why-it-is-my-fault-i-did-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/7816198997947945374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/7816198997947945374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/reasons-why-it-is-my-fault-i-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-8516313741739086654</id><published>2009-05-30T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:40:05.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Achievers' day yesterday was great, we performed well, at 75-80% i think..? But i put in my best of effort. Especially at the last (second) song =) Though i still think theres room for improvement and i believe the ensemble as the potential to do better..! But all in all, the atmosphere was still there. Was dismissed around late 10 i guess. I had to go home alone. Pity no one came to send me home. I was TOTALLY alone by the way. But then i picked up a phone call from my mother. She was going to malaysia. With my brother. And i wasnt going, so i had to go to cousin's house. It was late at night. And i had to wait for her. She kept going to the wrong direction (it was dark at night) Well, i waited.. And she came. So i went to my cousin's house. Watched some television, went to bed. =) Now using my laptop. Had to make another trip home as my maid didnt pack the power cord together with my stuff (she went to malaysia too). Well, tiring day, yet with a sense of achievement. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-8516313741739086654?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8516313741739086654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/achievers-day-yesterday-was-great-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/8516313741739086654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/8516313741739086654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/achievers-day-yesterday-was-great-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-6079100610623860090</id><published>2009-05-27T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:33:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**Dizzy spells**&lt;br /&gt;**Continuous reminder** I'm stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid...&lt;br /&gt;**Fades to silence**&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, maybe I'm not so as i think. I could be just pessimistic, you know... I'm going to work hard this time. I'm going to make it. I'm going to make it. I'll prove to those that compare. Don't compare me with them. If you're really good then compare yourself with some others better than you. I mean, isn't this demoralizing..? Insults are bad enough, but i really can't take it when you compare me with others. The last time you compared, i prove you wrong. Now its coming again..? Well, i know its my duty to do well.. But don't tell me about someone that is better than me in areas which i am at weak in. You can tell me where i went wrong, tell me what my problem is. But don't compare. Yet again, you gave me the strength and motivation to stand up again. I will make it. Won't i..? Given that i pay attention. I'll make that effort to improve my chinese. No matter how much i dont want to do it. I'll do it till i break down into tears. Until then i wont allow myself to break a single tear until i improve on my chinese. I'll do it. I'll do everything within my means. I wont be complacent. I'm not stupid, its just that i don't find my own ways to make things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miracles happen because you started it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-6079100610623860090?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6079100610623860090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/dizzy-spells-continuous-reminder-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6079100610623860090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6079100610623860090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/dizzy-spells-continuous-reminder-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-8202440889624353297</id><published>2009-05-19T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:47:28.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm, i read my own blog.. And i read my tags (which is really rare). My previous post sounds really really rude DD; But i was wondering, if i dont keep sadness to myself, am i even allowed to complain..? I understand that there are people much worst off than me.. Hence, i hardly let my feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. And i wanna thank people who read my blog :DDDDDD Such a wonder =] Teehee. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to post, other than. I pity that girl in the show "Uninvited". She imagined her whole story up. And i was seriously thinking, at those parts where they shock you, if it were a normal person, will you be curious to look in the bag, or would you just run away. Especially if its so creepy. Normal person's instinct would tell you to run away. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all, i guess..? &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Byee :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-8202440889624353297?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8202440889624353297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm-i-read-my-own-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/8202440889624353297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/8202440889624353297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm-i-read-my-own-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-58379878201082507</id><published>2009-05-16T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:45:14.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the cause of my absence is because i dont want anybody to pity me.&lt;br /&gt;im not that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;so, i would be mia for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;due to some reason.&lt;br /&gt;and i doubt anyone would read my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so there. fairwell my precious online diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it hurts too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-58379878201082507?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/58379878201082507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-of-my-absence-is-because-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/58379878201082507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/58379878201082507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-of-my-absence-is-because-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-1148358308483686535</id><published>2009-05-09T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:00:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didnt post for a long time, right..? I guess i was busy..? Like everyone is. With the exam preparations and so.. Most. Im one of those not included in the most. Am i addicted..? Tell me i'm not.. I dont wanna be.. The exams are here in front of my eyes.. Why dont i budge..? Blame me, for having an addiction of everything i come close to. Homework is not an exception. But that was something so long ago. Take it away. I dont want to be addicted to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back, I miss you.. &lt;3333&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-1148358308483686535?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1148358308483686535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/didnt-post-for-long-time-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/1148358308483686535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/1148358308483686535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/didnt-post-for-long-time-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-8007450640250075950</id><published>2009-05-06T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:33:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... Why do people just do things and not know why they did..? Why is it that they only regret after..? Is it that humans are create to make mistakes..? And learn..? Unfortunately, i would learn from hardly of my mistakes. Why did i say that.. Why...? Oh well, no point crying over what has been done. I shall bear the consequences. **peace**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-8007450640250075950?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8007450640250075950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/8007450640250075950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/8007450640250075950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-4135016048951527014</id><published>2009-05-05T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:01:00.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness is just something so sweet, yet so easy to let go off.. I'm doing my best not to let it go though... I'm so happy but, darling, are you...? I'm trying, but i cant seem to let you go, dont want to leave you. You truely brighten up my day. I'm so glad, really. Promise though, you will study hard. I know you can do it ;D If not, then i'll help you up. I still remember when you told me you would work hard.. Even if we become together. That was last time. Now everything has changed, but i am happy things are this way! =D Love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-4135016048951527014?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4135016048951527014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-is-just-something-so-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/4135016048951527014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/4135016048951527014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-is-just-something-so-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-4637973086468779086</id><published>2009-05-04T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:46:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does it have to be,&lt;br /&gt;Just every couple that reminds me of you and me...?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to feel that sharp pain when i see them..?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that i feel im not good enough for you...?&lt;br /&gt;Is it true, that im really not putting in my most effort..?&lt;br /&gt;But i'm am, and its true.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it anot,&lt;br /&gt;Its always true.&lt;br /&gt;For my love for you IS, afterall,&lt;br /&gt;True.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-4637973086468779086?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4637973086468779086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-does-it-have-to-be-just-every.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/4637973086468779086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/4637973086468779086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-does-it-have-to-be-just-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-3702110861093286577</id><published>2009-05-02T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:01:22.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You left so quickly.. It was just 10 minutes.. Just 10 minutes and i'd be back.. You told me you'll wait.. But i'm happy, happy that you waited. Okay, this is happened very long ago, because i just left the post there and i remembered i wanted to post. And here i am. Now im really wishing you can come online. I miss you darling. I love you too..&lt;br /&gt;Come online alrights..? I'm waiting.. ='( I cant stand being without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-3702110861093286577?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3702110861093286577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-left-so-quickly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/3702110861093286577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/3702110861093286577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-left-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-6992308191922719021</id><published>2009-05-02T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:20:55.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Sometimes&lt;/s&gt; People dont understand that words really dont count. Do something about it. What will be left are some, broken promises. Is it that in this world.. There is no one we can trust..? We really cant trust people that much.. Wondering.. What if.. People cant express them..? **Lets change the topic** Has anyone thought.. (maybe there is) That when feelings change, is it because the people change..? Yes i &lt;s&gt;guess&lt;/s&gt; know so. At this age, is very common right..? Infatuation.. Why does it have to exist..? I've made my choice, im not going to escape. Even if it ends, I will accept what has been done. I'll take it as a lesson learnt. Since i took this path, i will not run away. This will teach me what nobody can. Something that can only be learnt from experience. I dont feel like blogging much longer. Some frustration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;{Can you leave the house..? Its not like anyone wants you here. You are just ruining my future, you get it..? I dont acknowledge you, and you should know that. You yourself know what im talking about. You know where you went wrong. Its not that we dont give you a second chance. You done it twice. Greed..? I call that unfaithfulness. Why am i even in this state. You chose your path. Your way to temptation. You succumbed to it. Now it has to be our fault. Lucky i learnt that life is unfair. I'm going to bear with you for the time being. See my true colours in court.}(Hmm, why are you reading this anyway..? It would never be anything to do with you. I'm 100% sure. Oh well, I wont blame you for reading this anyway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you darling.. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-6992308191922719021?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6992308191922719021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-people-dont-understand-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6992308191922719021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/6992308191922719021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-people-dont-understand-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-2533928941941834357</id><published>2009-04-30T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:44:44.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You promised you'll never ignore me again.. Never throw your temper at me again.. Now you are doing it.. You told me to give you another chance.. And i did.. I forgave you so easily... But its really hard for me to make you forgive me instead.. Why cant you understand me..? Why do you have to make things so difficult...? Since you are hurting me, i still wonder, do i even exist in you. Do i have any meaning to you..? Or do you treat me as a typical friend..? I told you on the 22nd.. That you should put your studies first.. After that you could rank me where ever you want to.. But you told me you would put me first.. I wasnt quite convinced. I just wanted to let you do well.. Now you are doing well. Better than me.. And you are telling me, you dont know how to help me.. You would leave me alone when i need you the most. But its okay. I'm lucky i've learnt to be independent. But what if.. Just what if.. I couldnt be independent..? Would you even be responsible for it..? Although you blame yourself, for interrupting my mind i guess, you shouldnt just leave me lying there.. No matter how strong people are.. They still need support. Guess what...? You changed me.. I deprive myself of female friends.. I changed my thinking.. Yet again, i still make friends, but with boys. But if we no longer are together, i doubt the boys will still contact me. In this world, is there still such over-kind people..? I understand people change, but  why do you have to treat me so coldly...? Especially when i need you.. I'm upset.. That you're doing this to me.. But i'm prepared.. For the day you say "i dont love you anymore" Perhaps it would be after the exams. Im not accusing you, but maybe you just dont want to be guilty. I truely know you are not that type of person, but from what i see and know, i force myself to believe that this is happening to me.. Please.... If you no longer feel the same, be straightforward.. I dont want to remember days that i was being cheated upon. You talk to other people.. But leave me waiting for you to say something.. Is it that you have fallen for someone else..? I dont believe that.. But why, oh why are you so damn cold to me.. Are you trying to get a motive..? This time i will no longer be that soft hearted. If you are at fault, you are at fault. Since you think you are doing whats right for me every time you ignore me, then i shall ignore you as well. So there, I will not be left hanging.. While you are having to enjoy my care for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-2533928941941834357?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2533928941941834357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-promised-youll-never-ignore-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2533928941941834357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2533928941941834357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-promised-youll-never-ignore-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-2159459554623697161</id><published>2009-04-30T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:00:10.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, was alright.. No point elaborating on what happened.. Cuz i guess if you are reading this, then you might be knowing what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are filled with laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Always so fake..&lt;br /&gt;Why is there only that once,&lt;br /&gt;That is so genuine...?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;I want to relax..&lt;br /&gt;But i feel im getting worse..&lt;br /&gt;Doing others instead of my best..&lt;br /&gt;But now i feel the pain..&lt;br /&gt;When i see the score..&lt;br /&gt;What laughter i made..&lt;br /&gt;Was something so dead.&lt;br /&gt;I want to work hard...&lt;br /&gt;Absorb all i can take..&lt;br /&gt;But its really too late..&lt;br /&gt;The time has passed..&lt;br /&gt;I cant study....&lt;br /&gt;It wont help..&lt;br /&gt;I dont do visualisation..&lt;br /&gt;Its the hearing that counts..&lt;br /&gt;What am i going to do...?&lt;br /&gt;Im lost....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-2159459554623697161?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2159459554623697161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2159459554623697161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/2159459554623697161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-7870479077623160386</id><published>2009-04-29T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:14:18.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Until now, i only posted until C for the links.. I think i missed out some important ones... But i dont want to do anymore.. My mind is corrupted.. With thoughts.. Of him. Loh Shun Rong. I have to make a decision.. Would he be happy if i leave him..? (As in eventually after the hurt is gone) Perhaps not.. I dont want him to do badly.. In exams. I will continue.. Does anyone understand...? I guess not.. Darling.. I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-7870479077623160386?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7870479077623160386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/until-now-i-only-posted-until-c-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/7870479077623160386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/7870479077623160386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/until-now-i-only-posted-until-c-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761940468201069862.post-5205479311638234394</id><published>2009-04-29T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:45:34.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do most adults look down on teenagers..? Why do they have to treat teenagers lik rebels..? Even those that are innocent.. Perhaps once you change your image (physical), adults would regard you as some.. Gangster i guess..? They might perhaps have to learn that, not all teenagers are like this.. They tell us not to judge, then why do they judge. You adults say teenagers do not have minds.. They are stubborn, act rashly. But have you ever thought of the bigger picture..? See the amounts of divorce people are having.. The amount of unhappy families. Adults think they make the right decision. But have you ever wondered, that somewhere perhaps.. In the decisions you make for us, was what YOU wanted instead of US..? Parents say that its for our own good. But ever thought that humans do not make 100% accurate decisions...? Why not let us decide for ourself for at least once, so we could regret.. We are too young...? Perhaps not always so. Look carefully for yourself. Inside teenagers are people who think. Because we have time, there is much more for us to think, to explore. Companies, looking for creativity.. Its teenagers who would give ideal kind of ideas.. Most importantly, adults should not look on us like the worse thing that could ever happen in their child. And i seriously think that parents control some of us at the wrong time. Its too tight that its common that people can't even watch television..&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion is: Teenagers ARE NOT dumb or stupid. It really just depends how you look at us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761940468201069862-5205479311638234394?l=designated-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5205479311638234394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-most-adults-look-down-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/5205479311638234394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761940468201069862/posts/default/5205479311638234394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designated-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-most-adults-look-down-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15599156633580301895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
