<?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-7690798</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:44:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you broke the bread, we drank the wine...</title><subtitle type='html'>chocolate-coated lockies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Farlinah</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>567</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-653227263418145956</id><published>2009-01-07T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:27:09.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'LL COME BACK FOR YOU</title><content type='html'>The 4 years journey has been amazing. Never thought I will say this but, I'm ranting somewhere else this time round. And since I'm a nice girl, I shall take all of you with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;href="http://radiooadelaide.wordpress.com"&gt;http://radiooadelaide.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 - 2008&lt;br /&gt;melancholy-memoirs[dot]blogspot[dot]com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-653227263418145956?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/653227263418145956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=653227263418145956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/653227263418145956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/653227263418145956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-come-back-for-you.html' title='I&apos;LL COME BACK FOR YOU'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2514666864149737716</id><published>2009-01-03T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:49:42.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUNG BLOOD SPILLS TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/nye1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/nye2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/nye3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/nye4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/nye5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/nye6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/nye7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/nye8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/nye9.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days too late but nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all of us,&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2514666864149737716?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2514666864149737716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2514666864149737716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2514666864149737716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2514666864149737716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/young-blood-spills-tonight.html' title='YOUNG BLOOD SPILLS TONIGHT'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-6968953347453316280</id><published>2008-12-27T08:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:09:27.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYES ARE MEANT FOR LONELY PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Secondhand Serenade - Like a Knife]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordering an Iced Latte from Macdees at 2 in the morning is definately a big mistake. I can't sleep I've been awake for 18 hours, don't you think that is pretty amazing coming from a couch potato? Anyway, what up yo? I've been really really goooood but I'm getting bored of doing the same old thing every single day. I still have no idea what is the plan for Wednesday but the only thing that I am hoping is for (insert-name-here) to stay sober the whole night so that he can keep a close watch on me and send me home in one piece. My very much unpredictable brother brought me shopping at Borders on Christmas Eve. I was like, "Are you paying for my stuff later?" and he went, "Yah. Call me when you need me to pay." Unpredictable much? I got a planner (and a couple of other things since my brother is paying, hehehe!) so let's propose a toast to a more organised me in 2009 (which will never happen)!! God, my entries are so blah I promise a picture entry soon! By the way, my myphotoalbum account has been suspended! I hope my brother is being a darling today because I need his Mastercard to pay. Urgh! It's closed to 9am and I better get going! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-6968953347453316280?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6968953347453316280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=6968953347453316280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6968953347453316280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6968953347453316280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/goobyes-are-meant-for-lonely-people.html' title='GOODBYES ARE MEANT FOR LONELY PEOPLE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-6179598471873003221</id><published>2008-12-20T08:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:32:17.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EVER AFTER</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Dixie Chicks - You Were Mine]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a point where I want to choose who my circle of friends are and who can fit into my circle of trust. I am trying to avoid having a conversation with certain people, for my own good. Nobody sticks to resolution these days but I already have one in mind and I'll make sure I'll stick to this one. I know who has been reading this space and I certainly do not like the idea of having that PARTICULAR SOMEONE who is constantly checking this space (Hey you!). I might just find somewhere else to rant despite being attached to this blog :( On a sunny side up, I cleared all my modules for the semester with flying colours! Heh I iz vair proud of myself!  Today is Saturday and my bestfriend's back! Ella ella eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-6179598471873003221?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6179598471873003221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=6179598471873003221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6179598471873003221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6179598471873003221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-ever-after.html' title='HAPPY EVER AFTER'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2621343153410125601</id><published>2008-12-06T12:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:31:33.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE WALL</title><content type='html'>Hello bello jello! I haven't been updating much especially since school's out, have I? Too many things to settle, too many things to adjust to! Like how I have an additional 3 siblings staying with me under one roof for the next 3 weeks. The house is never silent since they came but I'm pretty cool with it because at least I have my girl cousin to talk to late at night before going to bed. I'm over at their place right now and will be staying here for the weekend it's just weird because I never slept someone's place in a long time. I filled my backpack with every single thing when my house is only 5 minutes walk away from here! Anyway yes you heard me, school's out till January I'm pigging at home, helping my mom to handle 4 hyper kids and more of that. Results are out on the 16th! Bummer! I foresee that it won't be a "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year" afterall. SIM has a million ways to make my life miserable I swear. Below is a picture of us taken at Cash Studio where we sang our lungs out after watching Quarantine to celebrate the joy of being free away from books and lecture notes. Taken after we had our last paper which, well went pretty alright at first but otherwise in the end. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;current=cashcash.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/cashcash.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2621343153410125601?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2621343153410125601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2621343153410125601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2621343153410125601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2621343153410125601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-wall.html' title='BLUE WALL'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-3506749204780474313</id><published>2008-11-23T05:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:15:07.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMBALAND KNOWS THE WAY TO REACH THE TOP OF THE CHARTS</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Weezer - Pork and Beans]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout is so fucked up and screwed but considering the fact that this is my first time dealing with html codes after a very very long time, I don't think I did a bad job (eventhough I spend 4 hours on it)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, highlight of my Satuday has got to be me spending 5 hours alone in the library with my journals and accounting notes all over the couch. Pretty much productive I must say because I managed to cover 2 topics! Then I saw dark clouds looming in the sky so I decided to pay Starbucks a visit to get myself a cup of latte before I proceed to my brother's workplace (and sleep for a little while because soon it rained) and waited for him to knock off work because apparently I was too lazy to take the train back home so that explains! And I did all that alone I LOVE myself for not depending on others!! :) (Ne-yo baby, don't you feel like singing to me Miss Independent now? Hahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway again, Friday was the last day of school! I should shout, "Goodbye Bukit Timah, till I see you in January!" but I was too busy laughing and talking that I didn't bother to take a second look at the school when I stepped out. The study week kicks in on Monday, with my very first paper the next Friday. Come 2nd December, I want my life back! I want to do the things I usually do like taking pictures and going Starbucks with a book in hand. And I've not visited the gym for 3 weeks I NEED to start gymming back because as sad as this may sound, girls like me, we work out in the gym just to fit into our underwear. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-3506749204780474313?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3506749204780474313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=3506749204780474313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3506749204780474313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3506749204780474313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/timbaland-knows-way-to-reach-top-of.html' title='TIMBALAND KNOWS THE WAY TO REACH THE TOP OF THE CHARTS'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7410833398353891199</id><published>2008-11-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:40:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERHUMAN</title><content type='html'>Redbull makes my body so drained out I swear I won't drink redbull anymore during the pre-exam period. Yesterday was unproductive because I failed to complete my agenda. I had my notes in my hand and after memorising a few points I JUST HAD TO take a quick 20 minutes nap. I woke up and the clock showed 1.15am! I grunted and told myself, "Fuck, just sleep till tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this I wish my mom still slaps my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7410833398353891199?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7410833398353891199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7410833398353891199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7410833398353891199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7410833398353891199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/superhuman.html' title='SUPERHUMAN'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1102434794175762639</id><published>2008-11-11T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:43:15.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELESCOPE EYES</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/presentation1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of the National Library alone this morning waiting for it to open. I never knew the geeky part of me still exists. But that's what you do when exams are in 3 weeks time. Other than that, nothing new is happening. I need to get myself immersed in my notes. Yes, now. Ciao bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/presentation2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1102434794175762639?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1102434794175762639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1102434794175762639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1102434794175762639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1102434794175762639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/telescope-eyes.html' title='TELESCOPE EYES'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8120877422179839667</id><published>2008-11-04T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:15:16.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR FIONA</title><content type='html'>Quoted from Afra's blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a reason why the past never made it to the future and why the future is nothing like the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8120877422179839667?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8120877422179839667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8120877422179839667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8120877422179839667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8120877422179839667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/y.html' title='FOR FIONA'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2048003977175989964</id><published>2008-10-31T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:50:39.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUN IS BREAKING IN YOUR EYES</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Chris Daughtry - What About Now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Check: 9.27am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report Due: 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day SUPER early I think I should buy 4-D later on because I'm already in school at 9am and that is like, 5 hours faster than the time I'm supposed to be in school, and 30 minutes faster than the time the first lecture commenced here in SIM. God, all this projects and assigments are killing my really. Just yesterday I had to tuck in at only 2am despite being extreamly exhausted, to do all the last minute editting for report. And today, waking up at 6.30am (my mom had to switch on the lights at 6am because I need at least 30 minutes to register inside my head, "Okay, it's time to wake up!") was really a torture. I've been going home at 7pm every single day and like I've said many times, I need 90 minutes to travel so you do the math what time I always reach home. And today is no different! My eye bags are getting heavier day by day it's really ugly urghh! I have a very fussy lecturer (I always hate female teachers since secondary school!) so this report must be perfect. I have to head down to Bras Basah later at 12pm to do colour printing for the report because SIM is such a pussy there is no colour printing here! Okay the only way to get the report done asap is to stop blogging and facebook-ing! Yes I must go now. Ciao bella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2048003977175989964?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2048003977175989964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2048003977175989964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2048003977175989964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2048003977175989964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/sun-is-breaking-in-your-eyes.html' title='THE SUN IS BREAKING IN YOUR EYES'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2073707156498370278</id><published>2008-10-28T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:03:28.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S JUST TALK ABOUT THE TIMES LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE DO</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: The Cardigans - Blah, Blah, Blah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an accounting assignment due in less than 48 hours and I know nuts on how to go about doing it. I see no point in attaining a B3 for accounting in O's because despite having an accounting background, I'm still as confused as I was when I first stepped into my accounting class back in secondary school. Accounting is officially my current hatred and I foresee it will stay that way in a long haul :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, school is beginning to be a torture. I love school, I love my classmates, my schoolmates. I love everything about school EXCEPT to travel there in public, which unfortunately, is the only choice. There is no lecture tomorrow yay I don't have to waste another 90 minutes to get to another side of Singapore! I'm planning to give the gym a visit, and then probably spend sometime by myself because it's been that long since I last did that! This week is hectic but I'm looking forward to Friday, no not because it's Halloween but it mark the end of CAs, another yay! Next week is my first presentation for this semester I don't know if I should be looking forward to it or otherwise, because as kental as this may sound, I have stage fright (or at least I think I do)! I want to be confident and all girly so my presentation slides shall be pink and floral, yes yes it will be that way I need to make the changes pronto! Cheers and beers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2073707156498370278?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2073707156498370278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2073707156498370278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2073707156498370278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2073707156498370278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-just-talk-about-times-like-normal.html' title='LET&apos;S JUST TALK ABOUT THE TIMES LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE DO'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2985746422993475195</id><published>2008-10-26T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:24:27.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST BECAUSE WE USE CHEATS DOESN'T MEAN WE'RE NOT SMART</title><content type='html'>I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you all starry eyed, &lt;br /&gt;my body's swinging from side to side&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else, &lt;br /&gt;but you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2985746422993475195?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2985746422993475195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2985746422993475195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2985746422993475195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2985746422993475195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-because-we-use-cheats-doesnt-mean.html' title='JUST BECAUSE WE USE CHEATS DOESN&apos;T MEAN WE&apos;RE NOT SMART'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7203003066782961067</id><published>2008-10-11T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:18:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.IS.SAD</title><content type='html'>Time Check: 4.17PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day: SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Statistics Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. My social life is closed to zero. I couldn't thank SIM more for being the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7203003066782961067?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7203003066782961067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7203003066782961067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7203003066782961067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7203003066782961067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/iissad.html' title='I.IS.SAD'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1073497615387834087</id><published>2008-10-09T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:23:49.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING'S NEW TONIGHT, WE'RE GOING OUR OWN WAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/sunset1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/sunset2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real geographic, a change in mood&lt;br /&gt;We'll let go of everything we know&lt;br /&gt;You and I will ride tonight&lt;br /&gt;'Till the past is out of sight&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to look back now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1073497615387834087?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1073497615387834087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1073497615387834087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1073497615387834087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1073497615387834087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/everythings-new-tonight-were-going-our.html' title='EVERYTHING&apos;S NEW TONIGHT, WE&apos;RE GOING OUR OWN WAY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-325833615431567649</id><published>2008-10-03T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:58:01.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EID 08'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/eid01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya, Minal Aidil Walfaizin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-325833615431567649?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/325833615431567649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=325833615431567649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/325833615431567649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/325833615431567649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/eid-08.html' title='EID 08&apos;'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7688124993179523270</id><published>2008-09-24T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:52:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EIFFEL, I'M IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>"Kamu punya cita-cita ngak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ngak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kelmarin waktu di kelas, Bu Indah bilang kalau semua orang punya cita-cita. Dan kita harus bisa mewujudkan cita-cita itu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu punya cita-cita?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku punya banyak cita-cita. Aku ingin jadi pramugari dan ketua kerajaan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ngak mungkin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kata Bu Indah, ngak ada yg ngak mungkin di dunia ini. Tapi cita-cita yg ingin aku mahu, aku nikah kayak mama sama papa. Aku ingin suami yang baik kayak papa. Dan aku mahu dilamar kayak di tv. Nanti kita punya 10 anak. Dan aku dipanggil Bunda deh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siapa yang jadi suaminya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku juga ngak tau. Tapi aku ingin punya suami yang baik dan bilang cinta kepada aku setiap hari. Dan kita hidup bahagia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itu yang paling kamu mahu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iya. Kalau kamu cita-citanya apa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ngak tau!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masa ngak tau?! Kalau kita ngak punya cita-cita, kita harus bikin! Apa yang kamu mahu sekarang?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku.. aku mahu bikin cita-cita kamu jadi benaran."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asikkkk!! Tapi cita-cita aku yang mana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yang terakhir kamu ceritain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Eiffel I'm In Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7688124993179523270?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7688124993179523270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7688124993179523270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7688124993179523270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7688124993179523270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/eiffel-im-in-love.html' title='EIFFEL, I&apos;M IN LOVE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-9168582107799372490</id><published>2008-09-19T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:00:52.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRYING TO GET HER LITTLE KITTY TO PURR</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Akon Ft Kardinal Offishall - Dangerous]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop feeling THIS grateful because the thought that I managed to scrape through the next semester has yet to sink in within me. Seriously, attaining a B+ for all modules especially Business-Fucking-Mathematics? Let's just say, I should thank my lucky stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One semester down, four more to go. Business Stats, Business Communication and Accounting doesn't sound too good but I'm still looking forward to school nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/seoulgardenfour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/seoulgardentwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/seoulgardenone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/seoulgardensix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/seoulgardenfive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/seoulgardenthree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that makes school worthwhile going, eventhough it takes me forever to reach Bukit Timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't.Wait.For.School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-9168582107799372490?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/9168582107799372490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=9168582107799372490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/9168582107799372490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/9168582107799372490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/trying-to-get-her-little-kitty-to-purr.html' title='TRYING TO GET HER LITTLE KITTY TO PURR'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-3667637455334971076</id><published>2008-09-17T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:22:15.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP IN THE CROWDS, SPARK YOUR LIGHTERS, WAVE 'EM AROUND</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Kanye West - Homecoming]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasnineteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR THAT IS NOT MY TUMMY! BLAME THE WIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasthree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanastwenty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanastwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl (Too chicken to pop the champagne!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasfour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After minutes and constant reassurance, F-I-N-A-L-L-Y. Good job Farhana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasfive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanassixteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanassix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanastwelve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanaseleven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasseventeen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasseven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanaseight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasthirteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasnine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasfourteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/farhanasfifteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday and it only mean one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are released tomorrow after 12pm! Holy cow! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-3667637455334971076?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3667637455334971076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=3667637455334971076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3667637455334971076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3667637455334971076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/jump-in-crowds-spark-your-lighters-wave.html' title='JUMP IN THE CROWDS, SPARK YOUR LIGHTERS, WAVE &apos;EM AROUND'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4380096006794469721</id><published>2008-09-11T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:52:26.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKES A TOLL TO MAKE YOU CARE</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Jason Mraz - Life is Wonderful]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my baby girl's 20th at Aloha Changi. She threw herself a party and funny how Farhana and myself managed to stay there for less than 5 hours only despite the good company and loud music blast. The theme was 'Green' where everybody MUST MUST MUST wear something green because birthday girl is crazy over green. We left before they switched off the lights and turn the living room into a dancefloor. Birthday girl was looking hot like usual, complete with a glitter tattoo made from Little India! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Random fact: I have this thing against Changi chalets and that particular chalet was beyond creepy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many pictures for your eyes to feast on (some goes all the way back in June - Zoo with Ulfah!) but I have other things to prioritise so all.that.shall.wait. Yes I'm more organised this week and that, is something to be proud of. Today's Thursday and I'm hoping for the best. Farhana is taking a half day leave to visit my dad (and mom, for no apparent reason), hur hur hur I think that is just cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4380096006794469721?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4380096006794469721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4380096006794469721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4380096006794469721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4380096006794469721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/takes-toll-to-make-you-care.html' title='TAKES A TOLL TO MAKE YOU CARE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-6693027820682323834</id><published>2008-09-08T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T03:56:22.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'LL USE YOUR LIGHT TO GUIDE MY WAY</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: 3 Doors Down - Landing In London]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/incar4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/incar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/incar3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/incar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/incar5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester's exams are over and done with and I can safely say that I have no other obligations to fulfill as of now except than to erm, fast for another 3 weeks. School's out baby, school's freaking out! I'm praying hard to at least pass each module because come on, nobody in the right mind fancy remoduling. Management was a real nabey but who would have thought that maths would be nabey-er? I liked seeing my classmates facial expression right after maths paper and how common our answer was when were asked how was maths - "Die. Pay $600 already la." - hahaha. Let's just crossed our tiny fingers and hope that such thing called moderation still exists in SIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't want Thursday to come, at times I wish the time would move at a much faster pace because I can't wait to see you smile again. Insyallah everything will be alright, everything will be fine because I believe when He put you to it, He will pull you through it. You stand out the most among any other Josh Hartnetts, Chad Michaels and Chace Crawfords. You top my list, do you know that? I love you, Dad. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-6693027820682323834?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6693027820682323834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=6693027820682323834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6693027820682323834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6693027820682323834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-use-your-light-to-guide-my-way.html' title='I&apos;LL USE YOUR LIGHT TO GUIDE MY WAY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-265986197134886818</id><published>2008-08-29T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:10:00.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PANTUN VIA TEXT MESSAGES</title><content type='html'>Farlinah:&lt;br /&gt;Ikan siakap, ikan yu. &lt;br /&gt;Farhana, where are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana:&lt;br /&gt;Masok competition memang mau&lt;br /&gt;My main motive untuk win,&lt;br /&gt;siape cakap saye tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;Nickname saye kan pantun queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farlinah:&lt;br /&gt;Pergi ke kebun dengan Mak Milah&lt;br /&gt;Oi Farhana, jangan asal boleh shoot la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-265986197134886818?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/265986197134886818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=265986197134886818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/265986197134886818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/265986197134886818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/pantun-via-text-messages.html' title='PANTUN VIA TEXT MESSAGES'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5098037863681154298</id><published>2008-08-15T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:26:44.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A STRANGER THING THAT NEVER CHANGED MY MIND</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Red Hot Chili Peppers - How Long]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/simpangulfahandbobot.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girls who are always there for me what comes may, &lt;br /&gt;To the girls who are willing to listen to me cry in wee hours in the morning, &lt;br /&gt;To the girls that I won't trade anything with,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you both :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahrini, I saw a girl that looks exactly like you in the train this morning. The way she uses her tudung, the way she dressed, her everlast pumps that is similar to yours and her hot pink backpack which got me reminded of your Rusty's. I was very closed to calling you so I can shriek, "Fahrini!! I'm in the next cabin!!!!!", but the girl turned before I called and I realised that it was not you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girl that stays in Pasir Ris Blk 108, sorry I've been an ass for rejecting  each time you want to meet me. My school hours is mad right now but we'll have Ban Mian like how we usually have soon, I promise. We'll go out with Fahrini so you can use your maxi dress ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a song from Nick Carter just because I can't sing, just because I want you both to know that no matter how many girls crossed my path, it's still both of you that I run to at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs the stars so bright?&lt;br /&gt;And the grass so green?&lt;br /&gt;And the morning light?&lt;br /&gt;Who needs the wind to blow&lt;br /&gt;And the tide to rise&lt;br /&gt;Who needs it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs the world when I've got you&lt;br /&gt;Switch off the sun, the stars and the moon&lt;br /&gt;I've all I need inside of this room&lt;br /&gt;Who needs the world when I've got you&lt;br /&gt;- Nick Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing kisses and biiigggg cuddly hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Farlinah Adam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5098037863681154298?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5098037863681154298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5098037863681154298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5098037863681154298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5098037863681154298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/stranger-thing-that-never-changed-my.html' title='A STRANGER THING THAT NEVER CHANGED MY MIND'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7665680371216736644</id><published>2008-08-10T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:07:01.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER A SPELL I CAN'T BREAK</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Neyo - Closer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/dbl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/dbl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/dbl6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/dbl5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/dbl7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/dbl9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/dbl8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/dbl10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/dbl3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7665680371216736644?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7665680371216736644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7665680371216736644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7665680371216736644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7665680371216736644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/under-spell-i-cant-break.html' title='UNDER A SPELL I CAN&apos;T BREAK'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4934722063682571969</id><published>2008-08-09T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:57:12.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICK A PART THAT'S NEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Few Reasons To Be Happy About:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm done with my assignments and presentation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There is fucking no school tomorrow, like finally I have the entire Saturday to   myself without having to wake up early for school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm super eggcited about tomorrow because we're going Clarke Quay for dinner by   the river while watching fireworks so we "Gona Party Like It's Your Bdae!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I bought 2 dresses on impulse for tomorrow, not sure which to wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I love my friends in SIM because we're J-I-W-E like that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Few Reasons To Jump Off A Building:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I've not been studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Exams is less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Maths is making me go bonkers, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I didn't go for my primary school best friend's birthday party today and I feel bad up till this very second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I've been putting on weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My camera is in Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My mom's birthday is this coming Monday and I'm officially broke after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I can't visit Ngee Ann on Teacher's Day cause I'm having exams till 1pm on that day! How to laugh at my juniors for having to abide to shitty secondary school rules?!! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4934722063682571969?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4934722063682571969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4934722063682571969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4934722063682571969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4934722063682571969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/pick-part-thats-new.html' title='PICK A PART THAT&apos;S NEW'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4011882542808521502</id><published>2008-08-08T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:00:11.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU COULDN'T MAKE THINGS NEW</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Westlife - More Than Words]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mushi-mushi, where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Town"&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh, okok"&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just got out school. I thought you wanna go home with me."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm going bugis to meet my brother after this la."&lt;br /&gt;"No need to meet your brother la"&lt;br /&gt;- SILENCE FOR A FEW SECONDS - &lt;br /&gt;"Eh Ulfah, I just remembered that my brother is not in Singapore la! He's over at Bali now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cute, hur hur hur! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/zoo081.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4011882542808521502?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4011882542808521502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4011882542808521502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4011882542808521502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4011882542808521502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-couldnt-make-things-new.html' title='YOU COULDN&apos;T MAKE THINGS NEW'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-397104849328322202</id><published>2008-08-01T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:56:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND HOW YOU GOT ME BLIND IS STILL A MYSTERY</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Backstreet Boys - As Long As You Love Me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you one bloody good reason why you should head down to the gym@Tampines on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are too many boys for your eyes to feast on! Ok, as of this week, going to the gym on a Friday will become a weekly regime. Both for the best interest of my body, and eyes.&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;Okay I'm obviously kidding. School's been eating up most of my time (inclusive of Saturday!!) but I'm still surviving. Maths is getting fucking annoying day by day I don't know if I can breeze through my main paper with a pass. I'll probably kick your ass if you find d/dx[f(x)g(x)]=f(x)g'(x) + g(x)f'(x) and d/dx[f(x)/g(x)]=g(x)f'(x) - f(x)g'(x)/[g(x)]2 interesting and easy because it definately not that I have to squeeze every bit of my brain cells just to get the answer. Today's my first time skipping school (read: school does not equate to lecture *winks) because I woke up with a splitting headache! I have to admit, more like 20% headache and the remaining was just pure lazyness. Exam is a month away as of today and hardcore mugging must start really soon because I don't want to make SIM $600 richer for every module that I have to retake. All in all, I'm very happy with my life right now (that I gained 3 fucking kg!!!) and I'm waiting patiently for my dad to recover fully so we can have dinner at Mak's Place like how we used to every other weekend. I didn't know that the malay community can be so mean and such thing still exist despite the modern era we lived in. As they put it, patience is a virtue daddy. So wait, we shall. I love you more than any boys/men in this world, really. I won't cabbed down from Dover to Tampines yesterday if it wasn't for you. &lt;333 ($27 ley, don't pray-pray ah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, come, let me introduce you to my friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/simseven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation - Faleela, Farhana, Farlinah, Jenny, Priya, Sri Yani and Amrita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/simone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 10-minutes maths session which includes bitching and taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/simsix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Farhana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/simtwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana &amp;amp; Amrita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/simfive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amrita &amp;amp; me - excused my overly blushed cheek! Amrita was teaching me the Bobbi Brown way of using blusher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/simeight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana &amp;amp; Jenny Balai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/simfour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd Intake/Class 1A- trust me this is not even 1/4 of my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/simthree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Canteeeeeeeeeeeeen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and more but those can wait cause I need to start studying for management. That's not fun at all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-397104849328322202?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/397104849328322202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=397104849328322202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/397104849328322202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/397104849328322202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-how-you-got-me-blind-is-still.html' title='AND HOW YOU GOT ME BLIND IS STILL A MYSTERY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5141310475904594408</id><published>2008-07-27T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:30:45.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD IN THE AIR OF SUMMER</title><content type='html'>Afiq surprised me last minute with a ticket for Chris Daughtry's concert this evening but I just had to turn eveything down. I feel so fucked up because I realised that I always turn down those who are willing to go an extra mile for me. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, nearly a month of school and I dare say I'm well-settled into school mode. I've got kick-ass friends that are as bitchy as me hahahah and we have enemies who are in the same class as us. That's what you get when you have 90 over students in a class! Yesterday was my first ever presentation and it was an optional for those not presenting to come. My heart nearly dropped when I saw most of the lecture seats being occuppied! I thought that was worst but the much worse-er part was having a really cute guy seating in the front row observing those presenting. I think I talked like Japan's famous Bullet Train (what's more with no mic!) so I made myself feel better by having Macdonalds after that. There is no school tomorrow so I'm having breakfast@Orchard with the girls! Yay! Definately looking forward to it because I've not smell town's air for a very long time. I'm missing too many people, I promise I'll catch up with all of you soon! Smooooochhhhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5141310475904594408?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5141310475904594408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5141310475904594408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5141310475904594408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5141310475904594408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/fucked-up.html' title='GOLD IN THE AIR OF SUMMER'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1576981271034474097</id><published>2008-06-30T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:37:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWITCH OFF THE SUN, THE STARS AND THE MOON</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Nick Carter: Who Needs the World?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my last night staying up late before school starts. I don't know if I should feel happy or otherwise because I've been out of school for 8 months and suddenly having to attend morning classes for the whole of Semester 1 seem too torturous for myself, physically and mentally. On the flip side of the coin, orientation was great although I was an hour late on the first day and had 300 pairs of eyes looking when I opened the door of the lecture room! ;) Made alot of friends from all over! Sumatra, Jakarta, Batu Pahat, China etc etc! Second day of Orientation was at ITE College East and yes, I was late too despite waking up at 5.30am. We had the usual ice-breaker games and it wasn't as bad as the one I had back in secondary school! I broke too many ice, I'm so proud of myself! Right now, I'm waiting for Euro finals to start. I have to reach school by 10am tomorrow to collect my student card and purchase them daylight robbery textbooks. I better be smart and hardworking because I can get myself another AX tee and still spend the balanced of 20 bucks for a movie treat and dinner at Pastamania with that very same amount. Aight aight, I better go off before I start whining. You'll hear from me soon. I'm not far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truckloads of love,&lt;br /&gt;Farlinah Adam &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1576981271034474097?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1576981271034474097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1576981271034474097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1576981271034474097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1576981271034474097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/switch-off-sun-stars-and-moon.html' title='SWITCH OFF THE SUN, THE STARS AND THE MOON'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-936871791118925576</id><published>2008-06-25T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:18:12.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU SAD BECAUSE YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN?</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: The Beatles - With a Little Help from My Friends]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. There must be really something wrong with me. I only managed to sleep at 5.30am and I'm already wide awake by 8am! I hate crying, hate going to bed crying and waking up, still crying. Had breakfast alone just now where I didn't bother brushing my teeth because I was crying. I have so many tears inside me it surprised me sometimes. Doesn't help that my blog song gets my emotions all stirred up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would you do if I sang out of tune,&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand up and walk out on me?&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not to sing out of key."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur hur, sorry for the back to back depressing entries. I'm definately on my rough patch right now I don't feel like going for Orientation tomorrow. In any case if I bore you, please make your way to myphotoalbum because I've been uploading pictures eversince yesterday and that is the only thing that keeps me sane for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-936871791118925576?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/936871791118925576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=936871791118925576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/936871791118925576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/936871791118925576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-sad-because-youre-on-your-own.html' title='ARE YOU SAD BECAUSE YOU&apos;RE ON YOUR OWN?'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1512260315617815849</id><published>2008-06-25T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:25:27.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE A PUPPET ON A LONELY STRING, WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO BE KING?</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Coldplay - Viva La Vida]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not falling into place right now. Really, when was the last time I post a depressing entry? When was the last time I felt shitty? When was the last time I ate a whole lot of chocolates to make myself feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I need when Orientation is 2 days away. Come, let's celebrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1512260315617815849?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1512260315617815849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1512260315617815849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1512260315617815849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1512260315617815849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-puppet-on-lonely-string-who-would.html' title='LIKE A PUPPET ON A LONELY STRING, WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO BE KING?'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-3524412547747327959</id><published>2008-06-18T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:07:43.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T GET ME STARTED ON REPAIRS</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: MXPX - Brokenhearted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fathersday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fathersday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fathersday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fathersday4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fathersday5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fathersday6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fathersday7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may come 3 days a little too late Dad, but thank you for never giving up on me, on us, for always being there and for never ever wanting to quit being my one and only Financial Agent. Happy father's day! You know I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-3524412547747327959?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3524412547747327959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=3524412547747327959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3524412547747327959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3524412547747327959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-get-me-started-on-repairs.html' title='DON&apos;T GET ME STARTED ON REPAIRS'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2513368108718268694</id><published>2008-06-17T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T02:39:49.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS I NEED TO HEAR TO ALWAYS GET ME THROUGH THE DAY</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I cried as though he won't be coming back when he sent me his final message, when he called from the Boarding Room saying, "I'm leaving soon." and when he called again saying, "I'm leaving now. I'm switching off my fon right after this so you'll be hearing from me only on Sunday ok?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a tight slap on the face for crying unnecessarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just got one from Zimo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2513368108718268694?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2513368108718268694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2513368108718268694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2513368108718268694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2513368108718268694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/words-i-need-to-hear-to-always-get-me.html' title='WORDS I NEED TO HEAR TO ALWAYS GET ME THROUGH THE DAY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7466074617049619256</id><published>2008-06-16T15:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:21:18.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYBE FOR ONE MOMENT IN TIME, WE'LL ALL BE ON YOUR SIDE</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Yellowcard - Five Becomes Four]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are getting more and more awesome! Weekend was fabulous! Saturday turned out great although the initial plan with Fadhzuli got cancelled at the very last freaking minute. But I was cool, didn't cursed because I still have a little teeny bit of humanity inside me. So dragged my parents to boring old TM, spent hours inside Popular to grab them stationaries (Biasa la eh, sekolah nak start!). Is it just me or is the pricing for calculator getting more expensive?! I remember purchasing it at $15 back in secondary school (Now it's $21!!). I think my mom nearly fainted because I spent closed to $50 just in there. Then came the best part! My financial agent was a little too generous with his money. I'm a happy &lt;s&gt;princess&lt;/s&gt; toad having to cross 2 items off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirah's Grill for Father's Day on Sunday. Booked a room and indulged while watching one of P.Ramlee's famous classic movies. Stepped out of the house again in the evening to pay town a visit with my two brothers. (I feel so weird typing "two brothers"!!). I didn't buy.a.single.thing! Go, go, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, was simply su-weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. Breakfast at &lt;s&gt;Tiffany's&lt;/s&gt; Macdees at 10am with Fadhzuli before his afternoon class. I was already awake at 5.30am la! Big boy's leaving for Brunei to visit his parents tonight for a week! A week ley! *grunts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think ah, when you're at Brunei, you can't sleep and eat that much."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cos you will miss me la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, come quick will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7466074617049619256?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7466074617049619256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7466074617049619256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7466074617049619256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7466074617049619256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/maybe-for-one-moment-in-time-well-all.html' title='MAYBE FOR ONE MOMENT IN TIME, WE&apos;LL ALL BE ON YOUR SIDE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8920526493776904705</id><published>2008-06-13T04:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:44:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGE HEAVY</title><content type='html'>I'm back! With pixels this time, as promised! In chronological order, no less babies! 30 over pictures in this post alone. I purposely left out the pictures from my recent zoo trip and my another Fish&amp;amp;Co session with them friends. I've been editting these pictures since midnight la dey. Give me a break okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fishy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fishy6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fishy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fishy5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fishy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fishy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First batch of pixels: Fish&amp;Co with Zimo on the last day of April! I believed I blogged about this so there is nothing much to describe. Anyway yes, these pictures were snapped in April. Now tell me I'm good at procrastinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/browp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/browp4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/browp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/browp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/browp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/browp6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note for second to fourth batch of pixels: My eyebrows is not that thick and bushy, to begin with. That is the result of not visiting Peninsula for threading for a long time and too coward to pluck it off! Check out my eyebrows in the last batch of pixels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second batch of pixels: These were snapped when I was crashing my brother's workplace on one of the days in May. I was from school to pay for the damn fees! It was raining over at Bugis and I was all alone so I called my brother up and we had lunch at Banquet since I was starving really bad. I sat at the other half of the office, my brother constantly coming over to check on me but I was behaving like a good girl that all I did was toying around with my camera. Not that I'm afraid of my brother, no! It was because the whole office was too quiet that everyone will look at you if you make the slightest noise! Can you believe I sat there for 4 freaking hours because I was too lazy to take the mrt home so I waited for my dad to end work so he could fetch me! Okay *trying to catch up on breath* this is one hell long description!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my mom can laugh and smile at the same time while posing for the camera when she has one teeth missing at the side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a shot with the twins (yes those are twins!) since we were all in green but that girl in red anyhow squeezed in! Sebok only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/jijiwed11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third batch of pixels: My cousin's wedding at Malaysia! The weather was was a bitch, really. I was sweating that I didn't even bother helping out. I wanted to get all bitchy and blog about my (another) cousin but I think I should shut up instead. I didn't shopped and I feel stupid till today. Anyway, my cousin is the groom and I think his wife is real pretty. I didn't snapped a picture with the bride as much as I wanted to because she was all busy snapping with others and I don't want to appear looking like a fat witch next to her. I think she's UK4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fadh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fadh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fadh4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fadh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth batch of pixels: (Before I get started, please ignore the fact that I was in that very same dress 4 days ago! I was too lazy look for dresses in my wardrobe!) Meet up with Fadhzuli Adam (no, he's not my long lost brother), the boy that lived an overhead-bridge from me as I put it in my previous entry. That boy was late that I already prepared to throw him a major bitch-fit when he reached. Meeting time was at 4.30pm but look where we were at 4.30pm - I was inside the mrt at Pasir Ris waiting for the train to bounced back while he, at 4.30pm was fighting with his lecturer. - But anyway, he made me walk all the way from Far East to Suntec City. I whined like a bitch because my toe hurts badly. I think he was closed to slapping my &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt; face. I whined that I was hungry, that I could eat the whole cow, that I didn't eat the whole day but I ended up throwing half of my pasta. I was laughing non-stop (happy mah) that he had to asked, "Eh, why are you so happy?!" Me: *skips and say in a high pitch tone* Because I am happy!!!!" The last two pictures turns out blur because he has shaky hands but nevertheless, my favourite! I was having a hard time adjusting the mode for the camera anyway that by the time he decided to use the flash, my camwhoring mood had already died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/newton2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/newton3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/newton1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last batch of pixels: Newton with Zimo and Farhan! We ordered so many dishes yet the price was shockingly cheap! Okay now everyone, go to Newton, stall number 78 (I think)! Cheap and finger licking goood foood! We were not camera-friendly that day, first reason was because we were all busy eating to bother snapping pictures and second reason was because, I went threading finally and my eyebrow looks exactly like a minah. All I need is a pair of killer heels, short denim skirt, a top that reveals half of my boobs, slap my face with thick make-up, dyed my hair blonde and I'm all set to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, finally done ley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skips around in circles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8920526493776904705?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8920526493776904705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8920526493776904705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8920526493776904705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8920526493776904705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/image-heavy.html' title='IMAGE HEAVY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2772383874287273148</id><published>2008-06-10T03:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:04:37.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUNDS ARE SPINNIN IN YOUR HEAD, AND THEY WON'T STOP PLAYIN</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Tila Tequila - Stripper Friends]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things had happened since my absence from this space. So many pictures to be shared. Can't deny the fact that my interest for this humble abode is beginning to plummet. But I'll still blog anyway! Melancholy[-]memoirs[dot]blogspot[dot]com turns 4 this month! Since 2004 okay? When I was fucking-hot 14 yet stupid and naive because I cried when boys broke my heart. That was what girls that age in the past did best! We cried because boyfriend went to school with a girl (padahal his classmate), we cried because boyfriend went to study with a girl, we cried over trivial matters.  No? Okay, *raised up hand proudly* I did! I remember crying at home, in school, in parade-ground before school starts, inside canteen, inside school toilet, outside library, et cetera. I don't know about now because I think at 14 now, they already had their first puff, first drink, first one night stand, first clubbing experience. Terror per budak-budak sekarang. Aku 18 (nak dekat ey!) tahon sendiri belom try tu semua. Ah anyway, let us not digressed because the highlight for today's entry is to condense everything that you have missed. Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- an outing with the boy that lived an overhead-bridge away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my cousin's wedding in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- catching up with my friends that left Singapore for Aus-fucking-sie today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finally getting to meet my no-trades-allowed girls, even if it was a short date&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- and random pictures from all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh where do I start, when my mind is too lazy to think and my hands are too heavy to click that small Adobe Photoshop CS3 icon? And when I am craving for Dunkin Donuts at such an ungodly hour and nothing more? Part-part macam gini bagos sia kalau aku stead ngn mat Johor. Sorry ah geng, pictures when I really feel like it la okay. So check out this space in one or two days for pictures. K gua sayang sama lu orang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2772383874287273148?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2772383874287273148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2772383874287273148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2772383874287273148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2772383874287273148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/sounds-are-spinnin-in-your-head-and.html' title='SOUNDS ARE SPINNIN IN YOUR HEAD, AND THEY WON&apos;T STOP PLAYIN'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5076658741133278518</id><published>2008-05-23T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:44:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSTMARKED IN DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR</title><content type='html'>The much anticipated letter arrived last week and the thought that school is starting on July the first definately excites me! A cliche remark coming from someone who has been out of school for 6 months this coming June, yes? So many things to do before orientation begins! There goes the boring routine of self-introduction, playing ice-breaker games and meeting different people with different backgrounds and mindset. Damn, feels like secondary school all over again! While we're still at it, some mad pre-school shopping spree is a must for self-treat! So right now I should stop buying dresses because I need more jeans and pants and uhh berms in case my lazy days strike. Why am I having this premonition that my lazy days will occur at least 3 days out of the 6 that I have to attend classes per week?! And it's about time I wake up my deteriorating brain cells and start practicing maths. Yikes, I always have a love-hate relationship with maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5076658741133278518?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5076658741133278518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5076658741133278518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5076658741133278518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5076658741133278518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/postmarked-in-december-of-last-year.html' title='POSTMARKED IN DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5047668804102568679</id><published>2008-05-18T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:42:19.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR YOUR DEADLY GAME, I'VE GOT NOWHERE ELSE TO GO</title><content type='html'>I let you take the wheel,&lt;br /&gt;and the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;Strapped in, &lt;br /&gt;so you get the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;You were everything,&lt;br /&gt;that's bad for me&lt;br /&gt;Make.no.apologies&lt;br /&gt;But you know &lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all again for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5047668804102568679?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5047668804102568679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5047668804102568679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5047668804102568679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5047668804102568679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-your-deadly-game-ive-got-nowhere.html' title='FOR YOUR DEADLY GAME, I&apos;VE GOT NOWHERE ELSE TO GO'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-3593057252031131401</id><published>2008-05-16T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:08:17.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OR I WONT LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Secondhand Serenade - Fall For You]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I'm already wide awake this morning. The weather is too beautiful to be missed! We're in the middle of heat wave right now but this week there is something about the weather that seem peculiar, in a good way of course. There were times it rained and there were also times the Sun decided to be kind and shine moderately and not leaves us with beads of perpiration trickling down us in this already sun-drenched island. And today is one of those days! I want to go to the beach, putting on my trucker cap and my best dress and pretend that the world is a beautiful place to live in while letting the gentle wind blow against my face. Then again, staying at home with a book in hand is always second best when my 2 pretty girls are schooling. Soon please babes, soon! I'll go anywhere, anywhere with the both of you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-3593057252031131401?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3593057252031131401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=3593057252031131401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3593057252031131401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3593057252031131401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/or-i-wont-live-to-see-another-day.html' title='OR I WONT LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-3144333836434761861</id><published>2008-05-13T03:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:04:50.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O-V-E-R-D-U-E-D/I-M-A-G-E-S</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Rossa OST Ayat-Ayat Cinta - Takdir Cinta]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/of7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/of6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/of4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/of5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/of2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/of1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/of3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-3144333836434761861?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3144333836434761861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=3144333836434761861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3144333836434761861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3144333836434761861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/images-overdued-for-about-month.html' title='O-V-E-R-D-U-E-D/I-M-A-G-E-S'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-552989582282594103</id><published>2008-05-05T03:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:56:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'VE GOT MAGIK INSIDE YOUR FINGER TIPS</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Colbie Caillat - Magic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of April saw me having a fantastic dinner at the airport, followed by a cup of latte and yummy carrot cake as dessert. It was all on the house baby. Tell me, who would reject getting treated? :) So the intensive 15-minutes worked out I did before meeting Zimo (I really did worked out ok!) was actually of no used because she decided to drag me to Fish&amp;Co (the planned was to Popeyes!)! The treat at Coffee Bean was given by my primary school friend. I remember her going, "Farlinah!" when I was looking at the cakes available, then there was a 10 seconds of silence that fell between us while I took time to recognise her face (she even went to the extent of taking her specs off to help regained my memory!) before I finally jumped and shrieked her name! (Zimo said I make a useless friend - for once I agreed). I'll put up the pretty pictures that we took soon! I'm too lazy to resize them, yea, I'm too lazy in almost everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my hp died on me again yesterday. Yes of the same problem - blank white screen. Ok my bad this time. It flew out of my hand and dropped. I have to make-do with my brother's rejected hp for now, which is thick enough to kill a fucking dog when you hurled the damn phone at it. I don't plan to send my hp for repair (I just fucking did earlier this year!), unless my dad's willing to pay for it! I don't want to spend my money repairing for a damn phone and left my tongue wagging for the rest of the month cos I have no money to spend. So yay everyone, my hp died on me again after working for a mere 4 months! Please nominate me for being the clumsiest girl in the east zone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit@3.49am]&lt;br /&gt;I just fucking dropped my brother's thick rejected hp!!!!!!! I'll let anyone do the honour to slap my face right now now now! So fucking angry ok!&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit@3.49am]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-552989582282594103?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/552989582282594103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=552989582282594103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/552989582282594103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/552989582282594103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/youve-got-magik-inside-your-finger-tips.html' title='YOU&apos;VE GOT MAGIK INSIDE YOUR FINGER TIPS'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7208651265575152277</id><published>2008-05-01T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T04:37:23.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU CAN'T QUITE MATCH YOUR CLOTHES, THAT'S WHEN I LOVE YOU ANYWAY</title><content type='html'>To here you stumble when you speak &lt;br /&gt;Or see you walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;And when you're mad cause you lost the game &lt;br /&gt;Forget I'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you &lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;U can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;- Aslyn's That's When I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop listening to sappy love songs. Yes they sure are addictive, in the most depressing way. Ah, happy labour day! Fucking hell, it's May already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7208651265575152277?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7208651265575152277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7208651265575152277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7208651265575152277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7208651265575152277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-cant-quite-match-your-clothes.html' title='WHEN YOU CAN&apos;T QUITE MATCH YOUR CLOTHES, THAT&apos;S WHEN I LOVE YOU ANYWAY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4733686402525956778</id><published>2008-04-26T05:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T05:24:58.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5:17AM</title><content type='html'>Hola hermoso! (It means "Hello beautiful" in Spanish. I've been too free that I managed to learn Spanish online!) Let's see let's see, it's closed to 5am now. I just woke up! Hahaha, no shit no shit. Life's too good to be true, lol. It's treating me a little too kind. My alarm time has extended to 30 minutes as of this week, I noticed. So that is at 4.30pm, in case you're not aware. Hahaha. I like it this way! My parents have been funding my online expenses these days so uh huh, I'm not complaining! My brother got home on Wednesday surprising me with dresses and tops. God, I love him so much. Now I must look forward to his future Bali trips! And this call for a visit the beach soon (Fahrini &amp; Ulfah: *hint hint*). I need to put one of the dresses to good use hahahaha. Anyhoos, May's around the corner. I'm still worried sick about my acceptance status. SIM, I didn't screwed up my O's that badly, so you better get your mind set and accept me in! While we're at it, please placed me in a class full of Indonesian hotties, maybe one that drives a BMW so he can send me home hahahaha. P/S: I don't like China boys. Mucho gracias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4733686402525956778?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4733686402525956778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4733686402525956778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4733686402525956778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4733686402525956778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/517am.html' title='5:17AM'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5002573987657146362</id><published>2008-04-23T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T04:23:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU CHAINED TO THE MIRROR WITH YOUR RAZOR BLADE</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Oasis - Morning Glory]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a message for my brother this morning. Minutes later I saw an overseas call from my mom's phone. I heard his voice, still the same, still the same manly voice I always hear. I wanted to tell him that I dreamt of him the other night, that I miss him and I slept with his favourite pillow next to me every night but I didn't want to sound too mushy so I only asked what the hell was he doing at that point of time (Biase la korang, ego tuh kene ade eh eh eh). I think it's more like I can't wait to see what he got for me this time rather than missing his presence around the house. But either way, wake me up to the sound of my brother's voice later today please. Enough is enough brother, it's time to head back to Singapore. Stop rubbing sun-tan lotion on girl's back already. Can't wait to see you later!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is random. So what's your story, morning glory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5002573987657146362?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5002573987657146362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5002573987657146362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5002573987657146362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5002573987657146362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-you-chained-to-mirror-with-your.html' title='WHEN YOU CHAINED TO THE MIRROR WITH YOUR RAZOR BLADE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4496582286498627226</id><published>2008-04-21T03:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:08:27.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S THE LIFE WITH THE BEATING OF YOUNG HEARTS</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Bryan Adams - Here I Am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billyeleven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billyone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billythree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billythirteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billyfour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billysix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billyfive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billyfourteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billynine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billyseven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billytwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billyeight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billytwelve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been too generous with my picture post. Note: This is not my weekend. Pictures were snapped more than a month ago when before a friend was enlisted in the navy. Sorry for the excessive pictures of yours truly. My friend hates the camera so much! I looked super slopply for a date (or so, he claimed - erm the date part, not the sloppy part hahaha!-) but dude, it was a Monday. Who dressed up to town on weekdays?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billyten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/billyfifteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4496582286498627226?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4496582286498627226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4496582286498627226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4496582286498627226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4496582286498627226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-life-with-beating-of-young-hearts.html' title='IT&apos;S THE LIFE WITH THE BEATING OF YOUNG HEARTS'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1847524567778551900</id><published>2008-04-20T03:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:19:36.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAD TO HELL</title><content type='html'>I don't remember myself being allergic to something. Today I woke up with my luscious lips (hahahaha!) blown up to twice its original size. It has red markings on it, which I believe is sore marks. As much as my abysmal memory can remember, the last time I suffered from the same situation was last year during the fasting month. I remember my best friend telling me in the school library that I might get infected with hands, food and mouth disease which was an outbreak at that point of time. But of course she was just pulling my leg, dear little kids. My best friend loves me so much that she will die if I got infected with that particular disease (hahahahahahahahahahaha!) Anyway, my point is, what did I do to deserve such a fate that is worse than death? I've been good, really. I don't bitch about others nowadays, have I? Haven't I helped my mom around the house a little too much this week? So please, please give me back my lips. In its original size, no less. I've been putting tons of lip balm to shrink this hideous lips and when it doesn't work, the traditional way is the next best remedy. Try putting minyak gamat on your lips, it shines and last much longer than Nivea's Lip Gloss! Meanwhile, don't ask me out till I gained the confidence to step out of the house with lips like Jay-Z yo nigga please! I'll tell you when I'm ready. Now if you excuse me, I shall continue basking in my misery in my purple sanctuary next door. Have a beautiful Sunday you little lips-smackers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1847524567778551900?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1847524567778551900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1847524567778551900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1847524567778551900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1847524567778551900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/road-to-hell.html' title='ROAD TO HELL'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4081564711153706294</id><published>2008-04-19T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:41:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND I STOOD UP FOR YOU, CAUSE I BELIEVE YOU ARE THE ONE</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: The Veronicas - Revenge Is Sweeter (Than You Ever Were)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/prisch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/prisch4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/prisch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/prisch3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/prisch5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/prisch8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/prisch7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/prisch6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth, Me Me Me and Shaq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Few of the pictures that I owe. Finally got my little hands to edit them and thank God photoshop is not being a bitch tonight so it took much shorter time than I expected it to be. Anyway if you actually really bother to view all the pictures you can make your way to my online photoalbum cause I've upload them all. (The link is above!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think it's raining soon here. I can hear thunder and see  flashes of lightning even through the glass window. I hate rainy nights because thunder and lightning frightens me that I have to hide myself under a duvet from head to toe when sleeping. Hmmm, nevertheless, TGIF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4081564711153706294?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4081564711153706294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4081564711153706294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4081564711153706294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4081564711153706294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-i-stood-up-for-you-cause-i-believe.html' title='AND I STOOD UP FOR YOU, CAUSE I BELIEVE YOU ARE THE ONE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1944403179440613365</id><published>2008-04-17T03:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T03:18:37.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE'S A LITTLE NOTE FOR YOU, DEAR STRANGER</title><content type='html'>For the love of my body, I decided to build up on my very own biceps (though it's pretty apparent that they are very closed to non-existent) just so that I don't developed ugly flabby arms in the near future. I did 4 sets of 10 using my brother's 4kg dumbell not too long ago and before going into the 5th one, I already heard them arms begging me for mercy. This week in another failed attempt to go to the gym. I am getting a little too comfortable rotting at home and waking up only when the clock shows 4pm. Sidenote for today: I was supposed to go for an interview at Starbucks this evening but as many may have already guessed, I did not. I don't even know what I actually want dammit! I badly want a job at Starbucks and now that I am one step closer to be hired as a barista, I turned down the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realised that I'm this difficult to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1944403179440613365?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1944403179440613365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1944403179440613365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1944403179440613365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1944403179440613365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/heres-little-note-for-you-dear-stranger.html' title='HERE&apos;S A LITTLE NOTE FOR YOU, DEAR STRANGER'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2943341348192653093</id><published>2008-04-13T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:42:11.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY JUST MAKE YOU WORSE BUT I KNOW I'LL SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN &lt;3</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: The Verve - The Drugs Don't Work]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start updating my blog on a weekly basis because as weird as this may sound, my fingers feel like dancing only when the week comes to an end. Another week will soon disappear, eating up with nothing else but meeting up my favourite girls after one of them ended her orientation, them again accompanying me to the other end of Singapore just to submit my certs, leaving my eyebrows fate in the hands of a monster when I went for threading the very same day, Secret Recipe with Ulfah for their superb Caesar salad and a slice of cake each and finally today, my brother's off to sand, sea and surf till the 25th. Most of my friends are starting school this Monday so that explains the quick meet-up with the girls this week. I don't think we have the time to meet every single week especially when school starts. I love love love them so so much because they are one of the very few people that allow me to be myself when we are together. No masks, no plastered smiles. I'm about 12 weeks away from school but I'm already beginning to imagine myself in a state where they won't be in school anymore for me to run to whenever I'm in deep shit, to tell me everything is going to be alright, to have Ulfah lending me her shoulder for me to weep and Fahrini wiping my tears away each time I cry. I'm closing all trading opportunities when it comes to them, I promised &lt;3. And sorry Zimo sayang I can't join you and your bunch of kick-ass friends for Farhan's birthday celebration tomorrow. I don't reject dining in at Kenny Rogers and having a whale of time for nothing k? Your friends are just too cool for me to hang out with hahaha. Fret not, I won't trade you either because I love you just as much! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet record this week is pretty crap. I'm consuming more than my usual intake. I didn't run this week and my tummy looks exceptionally bulging today. It screams for a visit to the gym on Monday. Other than that, I have a sudden urge to bake. It's Sunday today. I love lazy Sundays! (Although everyday seem to be a lazy day for me) I'm tucking in early tonight (provided these eyes can shut) and wake up early in the morning tomorrow when the sun shine penetrate my bedroom window and flotillas of white fluffy clouds moving like giant turtles across the blue sky :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2943341348192653093?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2943341348192653093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2943341348192653093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2943341348192653093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2943341348192653093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/they-just-make-you-worse-but-i-know-ill.html' title='THEY JUST MAKE YOU WORSE BUT I KNOW I&apos;LL SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN &lt;3'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4456238683010770131</id><published>2008-04-06T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:15:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR WARMTH IS CRASHING DOWN ON IN</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Colbie Caillat - Realize]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update to condense this lame-ass week. Yesterday was the only day that I stepped out of my own comfort zone and went to somewhere further than Tampines Mall. Yesterday I met up with them bunch whom I've not met for 5 bloody years. We went Zam-Zam for good old Murtabak (I prefer Victory's!) and sheesha at Amirah's Grill where I had my first puff. [Chey chey chey! Must jot down the date! First time mah! Hahahaha!] We did a hell lot of catching up. The downfall of the outing was the only fact that one of the boys turn up in the crappiest t-shirt I've ever seen. It says, "GUA [insert heart shaped here] MINAHS." In any case that you are dumb or just slow, it simply means "Gua Love Minahs". Seriously if I got the balls I would have asked him to wear his t-shirt inside out. Or better, go home and changed and meet us back. Gawd I know streotyping is bad but I hate communicating with these kind of people. Let alone, walk beside them. So I did what I do best. I refrained myself from walking beside him (lucky enough there were Shyam, Kenneth and Shaq to walk behind with me), kept my conversation with him to a very very minimal (trust me on this one baby) and only looked at him when he got something to say to me. [I was throwing a silent evil laughter when he told us he didn't make it through Anugerah Band! Like, yes ah! ] I think if being bitchy is one of the subjects offered in secondary school, I would have gotten myself an A since year 1! Hee! :D Anyway we chilled there till 9-ish when Shaq had to make a leave. And thank you God, because at the same time too the matrep had to leave for Katong. You don't know how relieved I was I felt like dancing in circles in the middle of the carpark. Then the rest of the boys kidnapped my camera and refused to let me go home! They made me walked from Bugis to One Fullerton. I was sweating like a pig despite wearing a tankie, mind you. Kenneth wants to dump my camera into the river because I was too whiny. Babi. And just like princess cinderella, I reached home exactly when the clock shows 12am. Only that I didn't lose one of my "glass slippers" this time round, so there won't be any prince charming to come knocking on my door anytime soon. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a few out of the 229 pictures that we took soon. No promises kids, that is only a probability because it actually all depends on the level of lazyness that is in me. I can't help but to say that it's overpowering me day by day. Meanwhile, don't be naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4456238683010770131?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4456238683010770131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4456238683010770131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4456238683010770131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4456238683010770131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-warmth-is-crashing-down-on-in.html' title='YOUR WARMTH IS CRASHING DOWN ON IN'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5619742293437090625</id><published>2008-04-04T06:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:40:00.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMINISCING THAT 6 TRAIN FROM WAY BACK</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Jennifer Lopez Feat Fat Joe - Hold You Down]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love Fridays when I was still in school. Because Fridays meant there were only 2 lessons to look forward too, dismissal at 12.30pm and the start of the weekend before the next shitty week take its course. Friday is so called a chill-out-day-in-school-yo. Anyway it's 6am right now. I could heard my mom's voice constantly waking my smelly brother up for school. Funny that she used to do that to me. You know like, "Nak, oh nak, bangon! Da nak pergi skolah nie." Me on the other hand, always come up with thousand and one reason to skip school or the least, skipped my PE lessons. I've always hated PE! The point is, I think uhh, I miss school so much. The other day I was on the way to the gym, I saw girls in school uniform and these kind of girls always make me think of the times spent in/after school with them friends. Lunch at Banquet, chill at Tampines Mall or just walking around aimlessly watching the world goes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that paragraph sounds gay. I can't help feeling this way at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's about time I shut these eyes of mine. No shit kid, it's closed to 7am right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Mom (and everyone else who will bound to sms me): I'm sleeping soon! Don't wake me up till 5pm please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO__&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5619742293437090625?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5619742293437090625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5619742293437090625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5619742293437090625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5619742293437090625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/reminiscing-that-6-train-from-way-back.html' title='REMINISCING THAT 6 TRAIN FROM WAY BACK'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5922208934158933150</id><published>2008-04-02T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:34:09.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEATHER IS REALLY FINE, UP ON CLOUD NUMBER 9</title><content type='html'>Clue number one was when you knocked on my door. Clue number two was the look that you wore. And that's when I knew, it was a pretty good sign. And the moon is out and the stars are bright. And whatever comes is gonna be alright. 'Cause tonight you will be mine - up on cloud number nine. And there ain't no place that I'd rather be, no there ain't no place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5922208934158933150?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5922208934158933150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5922208934158933150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5922208934158933150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5922208934158933150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/04/weather-is-really-fine-up-on-cloud.html' title='THE WEATHER IS REALLY FINE, UP ON CLOUD NUMBER 9'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7517613014528700530</id><published>2008-03-25T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:42:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUESDAY MORNING</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to reach the sports hall booking office since yesterday but apparently, no one is fucking answering my call! The website says we can actually make a telephone booking from 8am onwards so I purposely woke up at 7.53am (no joke!) so that I could make a reservation for one badminton court for today afternoon! I called yesterday evening too but the damn line was fucking busy! Just when my once in the blue moon wanting to exercise mood kicks in, all these surfaced. Now, imagine if I can't book a court today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been trying to reach your side since yesterday but to no avail. I need to book one badminton court for today afternoon, is that possible?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Ma'am, our courts are fully booked today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!!?! But I tried to call since yesterday, mind you. It's either your line was busy at that point of time, or you guys just didn't answer my call. This is not fair. It's not the kind of service I'm expecting coming from your side! Can I speak to a higher authority please?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Scenario 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that everyday for 3 months when I was working at Noel so maybe it's my turn now to shoot them words to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pissed right now. I'm throwing a bitch-fit anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7517613014528700530?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7517613014528700530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7517613014528700530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7517613014528700530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7517613014528700530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/03/tuesday-morning.html' title='TUESDAY MORNING'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2052745779314066270</id><published>2008-03-23T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:57:02.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.52PM</title><content type='html'>I need a job more than anything in the world right now. Have you all got any idea how broke I am currently? I can't even afford to buy a Starbucks Tall sized coffee. So much for vowing to myself to keep my spending to a minimal. I purchased 3 dresses of which I have no idea when I'm gonna use (I'm not a 'dress person' most of the time), 1 canvas sneakers (because it was on sale!), 2 knickers (on sale too!) and 3 books (I'm obssesed with biographies right now)! I deserve one tight slap across the face, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should stop overdosing myself with antibiotics. I'm on medication right now and it's been nearly 2 weeks and I only see tiny effects and it's not helping because I need to see the doctor again tomorrow. There goes another 70 bucks down the drain. My mom's wallet is screaming, "Heart pain!", I heard. Hehe. Oh and just for the record, I'm heading to Tampines Sports Hall tomorrow to burn them fats. Yep, just for the record babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2052745779314066270?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2052745779314066270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2052745779314066270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2052745779314066270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2052745779314066270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/03/952pm.html' title='9.52PM'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8875288378891708818</id><published>2008-03-20T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:44:04.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS, WADCHA GONNA DO IF THEY COME FOR YOU?</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Bob Marley - Bad Boys]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello poppets! My body is aching and my pretty little toes are hurting so so badly. :( Started off today as early as 7am alright. (3 cheers for me please!) That was some mad shit because I slept at 2am the night before! Anyway, I went Johor with Ulfah today! We wore the same coloured top for the umpteenth time yet again. Brunch at Kenny Rogers (the halal version, finally!) and thennnnnnnn, we did some shopping! (Hahahaha, tell me about it baby.) We grabbed scarfs and headbands over at Angsana because the freaking store was having a 50% off storewide. Jusco was worse ah. We walked around with bags and bags and bags of loots. Don't blame me! La-Senza was having a 60% off for that particular booty that I bought! 60 fucking percent! And the shirt that we grabbed was a fraction of the original price so yes, you all can't blame me! =D =D Food for thought, BreadTalk chicken floss is finger licking goood! I bought 3 back to Singapore! Yes I'm greedy like that! And sushi! And mini dunkin donuts! And keropok lekor! Oh joy, let's get fat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one makcik from the petrol kiosk asked where we were from! I blurted "Johor!" Then ah, she fucking clever ah she asked which part of Johor. Ah ini part aku teros terdiam siak. AND SHE KEEP ON REPEATING AH, "JOHOR DAERAH MANER?" Like cibai ah just give me back my changed la. Some more asked if Ulfah and me are twins! When I said, "Tak la. Kawan je", you know what she reply? "Ah tu la, muke tak samer." Besar punyer chibai. I seriously think Johor would be a much more fun place to be in if the people there stop being such nosey fuckers and of course, Mat Malaysia should flirt in a more professional way. Su-weeeeet-ing your freaking lips off and asking "Singapore eh?" both are definately, definately a failed attempt. *flips hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You noticed I'm getting bitchier and bitchier as the minute passed? So let's take a break because I need my much deserving-sleep. No shit kid, I'm all worn out now. See you later alligator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8875288378891708818?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8875288378891708818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8875288378891708818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8875288378891708818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8875288378891708818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-boys-bad-boys-wadcha-gonna-do-if.html' title='BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS, WADCHA GONNA DO IF THEY COME FOR YOU?'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4862766451645310084</id><published>2008-03-12T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:04:51.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'LL BE YOUR LOVE SLAVE IN THE MORNING, PRETEND THAT WE'RE OK</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Home Grown - I Love You Not]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realised that my hair is THAT long till I edit the picture on the left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother (above) and cousin trying the Flyingfox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Twin Tower for high tea yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl0810.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl0811.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl0812.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smelly brother smiling for the camera whilst holding his first white hair which we all discovered when he was looking for seats. Spot the white hair on the left pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl0813.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl0813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing... till we realised that the particular white hair dropped into one of the small sambal plates !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl0814.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl0815.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl0815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl0817.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kl0816.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/kl0816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got many more but for now I think all these pictures should sufficed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4862766451645310084?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4862766451645310084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4862766451645310084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4862766451645310084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4862766451645310084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-be-your-love-slave-in-morning.html' title='I&apos;LL BE YOUR LOVE SLAVE IN THE MORNING, PRETEND THAT WE&apos;RE OK'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7871845750829413909</id><published>2008-03-09T03:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:45:24.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS FOR THE GIRLS COMIN' FROM NYC</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Drew Sidora - Till' the Dawn]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Check: 3.01am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning. I'm still in my Friday night boxers and t-shirt. I've yet to bathe the whole day today. I told you all, I'm rotten. I rot everyday doing nothing, watching countless of videos online, snacking up, getting fat, making my way to the nearest mart to stock up on my essentials (chips more, green tea, seaweed!). Fucking useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made grilled sandwich today. I think its the best food made by me thus far. So Saturday involves nothing but the same things which I've been doing since I'm jobless. Grilled sandwich, lipton tea, reading one of Jodi Picoult amazing book and watching videos. I decided to give my parents a break and let them have their own time together at Prata Cafe, so that leaves me and my smelly younger brother at home THE.WHOLE.SATURDAY. Cause we're lazy like that yo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final pay finally rolled in! Just a meagre amount of 400 buckaroos. Nothing exciting though cause I promised myself to keep my spending this month to the very minimal since this is the final pay. I need a job but job-hunting sucks. It's a very tedious thing to do. You walk in, ask for vacancies, filled in the damn form and fucking wait for them to give you a call. How long does the whole procedure takes? Few weeks, and I don't have that much time to waste. My school is starting in July when all my friends are starting in April. Sounds fun huh. I received my enrolment package from NYP today and I still can't believe I'm rejecting a place in that particular poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry comes so randomly and quickly. I think I shall continue reading my book now, since these eyes refused to shut. I'm a full-time insomaniac now, so give me a kiss quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7871845750829413909?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7871845750829413909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7871845750829413909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7871845750829413909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7871845750829413909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-for-girls-comin-from-nyc.html' title='THIS IS FOR THE GIRLS COMIN&apos; FROM NYC'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1896250323364880315</id><published>2008-03-02T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T04:54:00.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU WERE ALL THE THINGS I THOUGHT I KNEW</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Avril Lavigne - My Happy Ending]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either I have nothing better to do, or I'm just plain sick up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I applied for a place in Millenia and when they actually called to inform me that I'm in business slash chemistry class, I opt to reject their offer. Then, I appealled for nursing as my first choice and I actually got nursing and yes you guess it right, I'm rejecting this offer too. Nursing and me doesn't seem to have any similarity and I foresee us having a hard time working together. Just to update you little babies, I'm applying for a place in SIM, Diploma in Management Studies. (And wow, I see somebody is not happy with me getting a freaking diploma cert in 15 months. Bitchy tak boleh angkat sial.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofra with Zimo on Friday! Then we had Ice-Cream Chef over at Katong for dessert. If you are lazy to travel all the way to Holland Village for their famous Cold Rock, maybe you should try this one. Though personally I think Cold Rock still win hands down in terms of ice-cream flavours and spaciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=katong1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/katong1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=katong4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/katong4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=katong2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/katong2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=katong3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/katong3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - I learnt something today: 29th February comes once every 4 years. This year is one of those rare years that we have 29 in the second month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S - Why am I feeling smart suddenly? *flips hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1896250323364880315?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1896250323364880315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1896250323364880315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1896250323364880315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1896250323364880315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-were-all-things-i-thought-i-knew.html' title='YOU WERE ALL THE THINGS I THOUGHT I KNEW'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-3181049762716804489</id><published>2008-02-27T03:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:49:34.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU WERE BY MY SIDE, MAYBE WE COULD SHARE IT</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Saves The Day - Sell My Old Clothes, I'm Off to Heaven]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah best la, I waited for MI to call me the whole day and I didn't even received any today. Actually I don't understand why I bother much since I'm gonna reject their offer (should they have a place for me!) anyway. Bukit Batok is so friggin far, I'll probably skip school nearly everyday and lepak at Orchard HAHAHAHA okay not funny. So I spent today watching countless of videos while eating my mom's newly-baked kueh tarts and finding schools that wants me. I still don't know if I should enter poly since I'm given a fucked-up course. I want to enter La-Salle or Nafa but reality always come knocking on my door to remind me that I can't draw for nuts. Despite all these shitty sentences typed, I still feel a sense of elation every now and then although without any particular reasons. I'm dining with Zimo at Sofra this coming Friday and I can sense us having a whale of time eating kebabs and sipping lemonade and be camera-friendly. But I have to ask my mom for moolahs. Yes, I'm dead broke. I shouldn't have went lingerie shopping with Fahrini yesterday, amounted over $90 for bras and undies. I can reward myself with a new top (and still have a little balanced left!) with that amount k. I want to post pictures (but I can't seem to upload them!) like, Billy Bombers with Zimo where we had hot cheese fries with godzilla-sized fish and chips and potato salad and humongous burger. I think I liked that place so much so I went there again with Desmond 2 days before he officially served the nation for a good 2 years. I had spring chicken and some fucked up drink called, "Desire Me". Then we played Shark Attack and Dominos at Toys 'R' Us until some Korean kid ruined the masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I typed like shit when I'm bored. Then again, I don't blog to impress, so screw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-3181049762716804489?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3181049762716804489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=3181049762716804489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3181049762716804489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3181049762716804489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-were-by-my-side-maybe-we-could.html' title='IF YOU WERE BY MY SIDE, MAYBE WE COULD SHARE IT'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2159068600470634439</id><published>2008-02-23T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T04:03:03.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXO</title><content type='html'>"So you took me to meet your dad on the first date?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, this is a date? Ah, maybe I shouldn't have worn my loafers then. Dressed down a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. It must have been the work of your charismatic power that got me addicted to you. I may not be the first few girls that say this but you, you're just to cute to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2159068600470634439?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2159068600470634439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2159068600470634439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2159068600470634439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2159068600470634439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/xoxo.html' title='XOXO'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1920780377089800151</id><published>2008-02-21T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:09:03.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT IT REALLY DON'T MATTER</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Cherish Ft Yung Joc - Killa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millenia Institute: State something about yourself/Areas of strenghts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm a very punctual person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who would want to agree with me on that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1920780377089800151?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1920780377089800151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1920780377089800151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1920780377089800151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1920780377089800151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/but-it-really-don.html' title='BUT IT REALLY DON&apos;T MATTER'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-863731091547635733</id><published>2008-02-17T04:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:07:24.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME WISHING ON A WISHING STAR</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Taylor Swift - Teardrops On My Guitar]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=slr1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/slr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the worst Saturday ever. Just because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I skipped work again. (ON MY LAST DAY)&lt;br /&gt;2) Subsequently got my cousin into big big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;3) She was pissed at me for half a day. It's not just a normal, "you-pissed-me-off" kind of piss but more like, "someone-messes-with-my-boyfriend!" kind of piss. (GET IT?)&lt;br /&gt;4) I rot at home lying in bed for 3/4 of the day, slept throughout the evening till 11pm and eat like fuck when my mom reached home with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is, nothing productive done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch P/S: I Love You with &lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-863731091547635733?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/863731091547635733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=863731091547635733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/863731091547635733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/863731091547635733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-thing-that-keeps-me-wishing-on.html' title='THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME WISHING ON A WISHING STAR'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8359292325696697883</id><published>2008-02-15T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:35:34.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WERE COOL BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cp2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/cp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cp3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/cp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cp6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/cp6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cp7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/cp7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cp5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/cp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cp1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/cp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cp4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/cp4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from an overdued event. I just thought of sharing about this short event with you people. I miss the people attending the event - mostly were my secondary classmates. But I miss the guy in the Mooks tee-shirt the most. I wish I could tell him the actual fact that his Physics lessons were shitty but then again, I think he already realised it. Dang. I miss school so much. Miss being in a classroom. Miss wearing that blue uniform just because I love the way how short my skirt was. Miss texting, "Eh, no need to do homework ah.", "Eh, no need to study for test tomorrow ah." to Ulfah and vice versa. Miss cheap canteen fooood. And miss hating my juniors (fucking most of them). Yes, I'm bitchy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's officially my last day of work (yet I bother to skip work today. Tsk!) I need to find another job pronto. I hate rotting at home. My pay will roll in when the clock strikes 12am today. Weehooo! I'm still not happy that they deduct $178 off for my CPF. Siak ah, siket nyer banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye, I want to paint my nails. [insert-bimbotic-giggle-and-action-here]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8359292325696697883?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8359292325696697883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8359292325696697883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8359292325696697883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8359292325696697883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-were-cool-back-in-high-school.html' title='WE WERE COOL BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5296059009715216422</id><published>2008-02-07T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:36:27.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR, SO HOW DO YOU CHOOSE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/?action=view&amp;current=cr1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/cr1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already made a mental note to myself to update a really proper entry tonight whilst I was on my way to work. I don't have that much time because I have like 101 things to prioritise but okay let us see... so many things has been happening and one of the most major events has got to be the release of my O's results. I dare say I actually expected myself to score a little better but then again, my results is not that bad either. Right, I don't think listing down the events that had happened is a good idea because it's not that interesting and I have too many! I had work just now by the way. (I kinda looked forward to this very day!) We worked half-day today like most companies and the temps were released at 12pm. And since my colleagues are 99.99999999% Chinese and Boon Keng was closed, we headed to my favourite place (Parkway!) for lunch. I was super hungry I could eat two cows okay. Gobbled down our food and then I decided to go for a round of an impromptu shopping spree there alone. I've been going to malls and shop alone lately and it never felt so fun and good because you can pick whatever you like and wish to purchase and and and for my case, I can take the whole time in the world! So yep! I met my parents over at TM next and dragged them to Courts and my daddy bought me a mini dslr yay! I actually promised him lots of things before he decided to tell the sales person, "Okay la, I'll take this." [Like, I won't go shopping for 3 months, that includes not buying anything from KL!] Yes we're going Kl tomorrow or later at 4.30am and I'm definately happy because I've been working my ass off since November and stuck in this island for God knows how long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get going now! My bag is still half empty and I don't know what to bring there! Truth to be told, I have no idea where are we heading to actually but KL must be and got to be one of the many places that we have to visit. &lt;s&gt;I'll leave you babies with some pictures taken overtime during the absence of them picture entries.&lt;/s&gt; Don't be naughty alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with love,&lt;br /&gt;F.Adam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5296059009715216422?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5296059009715216422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5296059009715216422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5296059009715216422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5296059009715216422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-you-look-in-mirror-so-how-do-you.html' title='WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR, SO HOW DO YOU CHOOSE?'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1668866224997965436</id><published>2008-02-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:55:36.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WORD: G/E/L/O/J/O</title><content type='html'>So on the last day of January, I got an advanced bouquet of flowers from someone at work. I am not much of a flower kind of girl so that explains why I actually dump it in my fridge once I stepped home. I know, I know, I should be appreciative but this guy, he is definately a weirdo. Alongside with the flowers, he gave me his name tag (every temporary staff has one) and his hp number. He didn't gave it to me personally though and I didn't even say a single thank you to him. The point I'm trying to bring out here is, I really think he is taking a big leap la. You don't even know me, you even got my name wrong the first time you actually tried to swept me off my feet (He wrote "Hi Farhana" on a piece of paper instead of my name), you have yet start a conversation with me, you only see me when I pass by your department for lunch and now, you're giving me flowers? Come on man, take things slowly please. Not that I like you, no seriously I don't have a thing for you. You appear as an innocent looking chap but as Farhan puts it, the more innocent a guy look, the more cunning they are. (Which explains the advanced v-day present.) I know why you actually gave me an advanced one. Cause the prices for flowers actually increases as of 1st February due to V-day so yeppppp, tell me I'm smart pleaseeeeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who is actually in a state of confusion here, no I did not messaged him. I threw away his hp number as well as his name tag too because there is no reason in keeping them. Oh, did I mention that he is actually as good as bald? That is already one big major turn-off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1668866224997965436?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1668866224997965436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1668866224997965436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1668866224997965436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1668866224997965436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-wordgelojo.html' title='ONE WORD: G/E/L/O/J/O'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2178117525812315149</id><published>2008-01-20T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:31:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YET I'M STARTING TO RESENT YOUR SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/w8mlmA0mlz/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/w8mlmA0mlz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must admit I saw it coming...&lt;br /&gt;The air between us had gotten harder yet to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I'd run away if I could help it,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't remember to forget your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those nights you kept me warm,&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold my breath just to hear you sleep"&lt;br /&gt;- Tokyo Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Rose's I Love You Too reminds me so so much of you, boy. It's not something nice, to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2178117525812315149?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2178117525812315149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2178117525812315149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2178117525812315149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2178117525812315149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/01/yet-im-starting-to-resent-your-smile_20.html' title='YET I&apos;M STARTING TO RESENT YOUR SMILE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-547302195159769336</id><published>2008-01-16T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:38:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER RANDOM WHINE</title><content type='html'>Adult fare rip-off giler sial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-547302195159769336?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/547302195159769336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=547302195159769336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/547302195159769336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/547302195159769336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-random-whine.html' title='ANOTHER RANDOM WHINE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7549318967340399201</id><published>2008-01-13T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:17:54.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GET THE TINGLIES IN THE SILLY PLACE</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Colbie Calliat - Bubbly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to follow you shop anymore. Why, because you made me wake up from my beauty sleep when the weather was too good to tuck in. You made me wait for you inside Topman for God knows how long whilst you went 5 times inside the fitting room, trying and deciding which pair of jeans should you get. You made me talk to a Topman sales person (a cute one too) about your jeans and when you went to yet another round to the fitting room, I decided to get myself a shirt from there, bimbotically asking the same sales person if an XS would fit me fine (And he asked me to turn around, bunned up my hair and brought the piece closer to my body, measuring it pit to pit - Lagi best!). You made me walk to and fro Far East just to check on guys shoes, which in the first placed does not interest me one bit (but you let me choose for you between a Vans and a Jack Parcell and I answered in a split second that I like the latter best). You made me admit that I actually like them mats, pointing to each mat that we saw, saying, "&lt;em&gt;Ey ey, your favourite!"&lt;/em&gt; (I know you actually find Ah Lians cute, don't cha?) But worst of all, you made me miss my Pizza Hut dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so fickle next time (if there is a next time) please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7549318967340399201?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7549318967340399201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7549318967340399201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7549318967340399201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7549318967340399201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-get-tinglies-in-silly-place.html' title='I GET THE TINGLIES IN THE SILLY PLACE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-6117247317502963400</id><published>2008-01-08T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:57:41.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I STILL PUT A VEST, WITH AN 'S' ON MY CHEST</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was already on my way to work when I had this sudden urged to skip work as soon as I reached the interchanged. So fucking guess what, since pemalas aku maha besar punye eh, I took a bus back home, making a mental note to myself that I will visit the doctor later in the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling the doctor that I kept on vomitting after eating, accompanied by mild cramps at times. He then asked me when was my last period and I answered, "I don't remember actually. November I think." He leaned back his chair and told me to get a pregnancy test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just to play safe, I'll conduct a pregnancy test for you. Urine test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao that doctor. I have yet to have sex in my entire life before okay. But anyway I did the test and I had to wait for a good 15 minutes for the test results. The anticipation nearly killed my insides just because I remember my physics teacher telling the whole class about the girl who got pregnant without having sex! Hmmm okay, after a while the nurse called me in and the doctor appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's negative. See the strip *put the strip on the table and showed me*. If it's positive, 2 lines will appear, but yours has only one line which indicates that it's negative."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he slid his hand inside my tshirt to feel my tummy. No, not my boobs, MY TUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have virus in your intestines." (Walau. Say until so chim like that right.) I was given 2 days MC!! And before I walked out of the door the doctor told me to practice safe sex if I am sexually-active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Persuade your partner to use a condom ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#@!%^&amp;amp;@@^&amp;amp;*%$@!@TGH(*(&amp;amp;^%%$"&gt;#@!%^&amp;amp;@@^&amp;amp;*%$@!@TGH(*(&amp;amp;^%%$'&gt;#@!%^&amp;amp;@@^&amp;amp;*%$@!@TGH(*(&amp;amp;^%%$"&gt;#@!%^&amp;amp;@@^&amp;amp;*%$@!@TGH(*(&amp;amp;^%%$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to Tampines Mall in the evening to make myself happy, with my chinese&lt;strong&gt; boy friend&lt;/strong&gt; who met me shortly after his lecture ends. :-) Such a pity that we didn't bump into Zimo who was there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah back to work tomorrow. Thursday is... pay day! Bagos la, POSB aku pon da tinggal $2.30 je. Hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-6117247317502963400?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6117247317502963400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=6117247317502963400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6117247317502963400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6117247317502963400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-still-put-vest-with-s-on-my-chest.html' title='I STILL PUT A VEST, WITH AN &apos;S&apos; ON MY CHEST'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4610633038182072325</id><published>2007-12-30T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:54:03.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOY WALK IN THE SPOT, HE'S SO FRESH</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Ashley Tisdale - He Said She Said]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow being the last day of 2007, I'm catching "I Am Legend" after work with the rest of my colleagues at Cineleisure. I have no clue what the movie is about but anyway, that makes my trip to catch a movie the 2nd one this year. It's a good attempt because I remember in 2006 I did not bother making a visit to the cinema the whole fucking year. Hahaha ah pardon the cliche but anyway what I actually realised and learnt towards the end of this year is the saying, &lt;em&gt;"never make someone your priority when they actually make you their option."&lt;/em&gt; Truthfully, 2007 is not one of my favourite years. It's about losing something and gaining yet another thing, and then losing it again. Everyone is hoping for a pleasant and smooth-sailing 2008 and I'm no different. It will be my legalised year anyway. (Erm, not after the 13th day of the 10th month, heh!). I have no new year resolution but it would be good if someone can fund part of their monthly income to surprise me with a Canon Powershot S5 IS so I can take hundreds of narcissistic shots of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this come 2 days earlier but happy new year in advance beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;Farlinah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4610633038182072325?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4610633038182072325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4610633038182072325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4610633038182072325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4610633038182072325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/boy-walk-in-spot-hes-so-fresh.html' title='BOY WALK IN THE SPOT, HE&apos;S SO FRESH'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8937580111237144371</id><published>2007-12-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:49:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KISSED YOU AS WE LAYED YOU IN YOUR GRAVE</title><content type='html'>[Current Music - Jamestown Story - I Miss You]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought tomorrow is my last day of work before I start my 4-days-leave but somehow yesterday I was told to report to work as early as 8.30am on New Year's Eve and instantly I heard my heart cracked and subsequently crushed. Not only that, my department is going to have a movie premier over at Cineleisure right after that and by the time everything end, it will be close to 5pm. NOT ONLY THAT AGAIN, my bestest colleagues are all not going and I have to go because I got no one to pass my ticket to. Alamak, problem sia. *scratch head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ummm, my day at work was good simply because you know what?!!? 2 of my colleagues said, "Omg you are so slimmmmm!" when I was walking in front of them. HAHAHAHAHHAHA! It's either they were blind today or that they are very honest. Let's choose to believe the latter for now just to make myself happy ok. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got back home! I worked till 4.30pm today and met my parents over @ Bugis for a little shopping. Before that I met my smelly brother because he knocked off work pretty early too and we walked around Seiyu for a little while before my father called. Hmmm, I managed to strike off 3 items off my shopping list. Pretty amazing huh. Heee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I know this sounds weird but I think I'm a sucker for Citibank guys? Must be due to work! I can even remember their names and which branch they are from ok. I always look forward to call them and sempat leave voicemail belambak-lambak. Hahaha, sick sia aku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I need to freshen up myself and dig all the items that I bought just now hehehehuhuhahhahaha. I'm doing opening tomorrow from 10am - 2pm. Big time sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what's the plan for New Year Eve korang-korang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8937580111237144371?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8937580111237144371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8937580111237144371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8937580111237144371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8937580111237144371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-kissed-you-as-we-layed-you-in-your.html' title='I KISSED YOU AS WE LAYED YOU IN YOUR GRAVE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-3393881280238502693</id><published>2007-12-25T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:48:32.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE WE BACK NOW WHERE IT ALL BEGAN?</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: The Perishers - Sway]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas! It's fucking Christmas! You know if I have one wish right now, I would wish for an air ticket out of this puny little island and fly to, let's say, Europe, just so I can feel the Christmas and New Year vibes! The countdown, fireworks, splashing booze and foams at each other, people doing last minute Christmas shopping carrying bags and bags of goodies, ah so funnn! Okay snap back to reality bitch, I saw a hunchback Santa walking down one of the lorongs at Changi Road just now and my brother holla at him! Okay let's see when was the last time I saw a Santa... *counts fingers*.... FUCKING sec 3 at Genting! (I'm so deprived, I know). I should have stop the car and ask him for my Christmas presents! (I currently have 3 on-the-list!) So yes, in conjunction with Christmas is *ehem ehem* my father's 50th birthday so hello daddy, happy birthdayy!!!! You turned a big fat 5-0 already! Thank you for being the greatest dad and constantly telling mom that I have very nice wavy-although-not-original-hair, hahaha! Do you remember when I was 10, you and mom wanted to adopt a baby girl from Indonesia? And when you brought home the baby and told me about the plan, I suddenly teared and told you that I wanted to be your only favourite girl? (tuh pasal aku spoilt sekarang, haha!)Do you remember that I actually peed in my pants the first time you scolded me? Hehehe, I love you muchos daddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know my blog is getting dead or even, dead-er, if such word exist. I think work is really taking control of my weekdays and by the time the weekends arrive, I'm too tired to even get my ass off my bed. This blog has been pictureless for god knows when and I'm missing my friends out there. Too much, infact! I've not been shopping much, not paying town a visit, especially during this peak season but I think it's okay. I don't feel that I'm missing a certain something, missing not engaging in the same activity the society is engaging, missing not getting my hands on new things to add to my wardrobe. But if there is one thing you would like to ask me, I can't wait for 10th January to come. It seems like eternity and I'm definately counting down to this one. *winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-3393881280238502693?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3393881280238502693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=3393881280238502693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3393881280238502693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3393881280238502693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/are-we-back-now-where-it-all-began.html' title='ARE WE BACK NOW WHERE IT ALL BEGAN?'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7574619449788161269</id><published>2007-12-21T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:15:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER</title><content type='html'>Mak, you can do it. We'll take things slowly, one at a time ok. Let's first start off by cutting down on your sugar and salt intake. Insya allah everything will be fine. Just don't give up on yourself. Because we never ever gonna give up on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, so so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7574619449788161269?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7574619449788161269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7574619449788161269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7574619449788161269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7574619449788161269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/mother.html' title='MOTHER'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1789618164487822684</id><published>2007-12-13T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:26:54.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BLOWER'S DAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to let "it" go. The people around me, they are so proud of me. I could hear them applauding and cheering for my, I should say, "success". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you proud of me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! Yes! Like finally!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just about time. Nevertheless, I did not regret holding on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1789618164487822684?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1789618164487822684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1789618164487822684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1789618164487822684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1789618164487822684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/blowers-daughter.html' title='THE BLOWER&apos;S DAUGHTER'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4126374798266502778</id><published>2007-12-08T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:03:29.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPARROW BAY</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for American Pie Beta House to download so huuuhh, I just thought of updating this little space. A quick one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has kept me occupied for 5 days every week. I made alot of friends. I have Max, the big guy, Samantha the drummer, Glenn who is still unsure if he's still or virgin or otherwise, and Valentino who is too cute (with the bangs!) to be true. Of course, there are others but I shall not go on wasting my time naming each of them. Waking up early in the morning is not as bad as I thought. Maybe because I have my dad to send me off to work and occasionally fetching me too hehe. (I heard Ulfah saying "SPOILT"). Lunch is always at the same old place. I got a table of my own there in the office, more like your typical teacher's desk in the school's staff room with a desktop and everything so I can put my pictures and stuff like that. =D Oh oh direct line too but I don't know why it didn't work when Ulfah tried calling yesterday. I got my schedule for December recently and everyone including me have to work full shifts (8.30am to 8pm) for 2 weeks. I foresee myself looking like a rotton pig everyday after work. Okay breathe in, breathe out, think about the pay honey, the pay! I've got many things listed down in my shopping list and yesterday I just struck off one item because I went for a mini shopping spree with Ulfah at town after work. Fahrini, must meet up soooon! Simpang for teh susu! (Let's go the night before Hari Raya Haji because I'm not working the next dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay till later everyone! Y'all better be goooood yeaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4126374798266502778?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4126374798266502778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4126374798266502778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4126374798266502778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4126374798266502778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/sparrow-bay.html' title='SPARROW BAY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-3635963586542808592</id><published>2007-11-27T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:02:20.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Hello, welcome to Noel Gifts. How can I help you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm (finally) starting work tomorrow. This morning's interview suck but thank God I got a call from them asking me to report me work tomorrow few hours after I stepped out of the building. I know I should scrape the thought of earning 5bux/hour and having no friend to work with but instead look at the bright side like no uniform required, permanent off on weekends, working hours are from  9am-6pm and and the best part is that my cousin is the supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay think positive. (Even though right now I'm worried sick that I can't make it on time to report to work - at 9am over a Kallang - &lt;em&gt;Pukul berape aku nak bangun siaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Think positive*&lt;br /&gt;*Think positive*&lt;br /&gt;*Think positive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok umm, since I'm working on weekdays only, you might developed a tinge (if not more) of missing me. So you babies out there better save your weekends for me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooooooooooch,&lt;br /&gt;Farlinah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-3635963586542808592?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3635963586542808592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=3635963586542808592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3635963586542808592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/3635963586542808592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/someday.html' title='SOMEDAY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7763662956399361789</id><published>2007-11-26T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:26:27.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'LL KEEP THE NEIGHBOURS AWAKE TOO LATE TOO LATE</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Shayne Ward - If It's Okay With You]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikan bakar, kupangs and kangkong by the beach. Night breeze and gentle wind blowing your hair. Movie session in the car past midnight alongside with kopi susu and kacang. Swimming by the lazy river (really lazy, I tell you) and high-speed slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my weekend. A short getaway to the neighbouring country because everyone needs to take a breather. Small cousins are nuisance, no really. They touched my shoulder when I was walking, scrutinised my every move. They screamed my name everytime they saw me alone and run towards me grabbing hold of my delicate hand. Yikes, too clingy those brats are. A'famosa after 10 years! You heard that I took a slide with a random mat malaysia in charged of that particular slide? He helped me pushed the float down the slide and the next thing I knew, he jumped inside... I swear I screamed my ass off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/mel4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/mel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/mel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/mel3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised more pictures in the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Meanwhile, shout out to 5c2, class chalet/bbq on the 3rd December @ East Coast, I last heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7763662956399361789?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7763662956399361789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7763662956399361789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7763662956399361789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7763662956399361789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-keep-neighbours-awake-too-late-too.html' title='WE&apos;LL KEEP THE NEIGHBOURS AWAKE TOO LATE TOO LATE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-939921511666222057</id><published>2007-11-20T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T04:15:11.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUSE I LOVE THE WAY YOU SAY GOOD MORNING</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I Am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was well-spent with Evelyn despite the fact that it rained heavily when we were due to meet each other. The agenda for today was to go for a job-hunt. We managed to apply both Starbucks outlets at Paragon and Raffles City (hahaha!). I'm counting on this one baby. Need moolah so so badly because the sales are just around the corner (ahhh!). Jobs aside, dinner was as early as 5pm at Cineleisure's Pastamania and since I am on a new-diet plan regime, Chicken Caesar Salad was on the menu. But of course, the diet plan failed as soon as I decided to order a plate of seafood pasta. Hehe! Oooh anyway before that we went threading. This time, I did not cry like how I did the previous time. Even managed to strike up a conversation with the threader while she was threading my eyebrows ok! I felt a pang of achievement when I got out of the shop yo! Okay anyway anyway again, we found see-saws and nice stretch of houses nearby Heeren so since we are girls, we went snappy snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/townhunt9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-939921511666222057?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/939921511666222057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=939921511666222057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/939921511666222057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/939921511666222057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/cause-i-love-way-you-say-good-morning.html' title='CAUSE I LOVE THE WAY YOU SAY GOOD MORNING'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5324596921548586634</id><published>2007-11-18T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:48:07.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR A MOMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/aftsci1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/aftsci2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/aftsci3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5324596921548586634?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5324596921548586634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5324596921548586634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5324596921548586634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5324596921548586634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-moment.html' title='FOR A MOMENT'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4244769895559285311</id><published>2007-11-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:51:10.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUINED PUZZLE IS BEIGE WITH ALL THE PIECES FACE DOWN</title><content type='html'>I rewarded myself by baking scrumptious madeleines yesterday. I don't dare to say it taste as good as Delifrance's but maybe you should bake some. The end product was good, complete with the butter-taste, which goes so well with Lipton Tea. Now, who says I can't bake? =D Recipe &lt;a href="http://lickthefrosting.wordpress.com/2007/03/21/madeleines/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; babies, if you feel like giving it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm still unemployed. I miss the other day's Starbucks interview because Julie woke up at 5pm (Urghhh). There will be an interview @ FJ Benjamin this coming Tuesday but I don't know if I should give it a shot. Yes, think about Gap and Guess and La Senza and the money. Retail pay is quite a sum, you know? *rub hands with glee* But (there is always always a but!) interview always scare the living bejaysus out of me. Think about those killer death pair of eyes that stare at you while you answer each of their question. Eik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I know most of you are not aware of this but but but!, I highlighted my hair 4 hours after my last paper ended. Hahaha, mocca brown baby, mocca brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flips hair continuously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you secretly like that. Hahaha! Good day darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4244769895559285311?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4244769895559285311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4244769895559285311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4244769895559285311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4244769895559285311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/ruined-puzzle-is-beige-with-all-pieces.html' title='RUINED PUZZLE IS BEIGE WITH ALL THE PIECES FACE DOWN'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-429893174224709401</id><published>2007-11-12T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:21:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW ENDS TODAY</title><content type='html'>It's the season, if you have not noticed it. Flu bug, flu bug. Achooooo! Skipped school today, hmmmm, tomorrow's the official day baby, the fucking official day! I so want to highlight my hair. Blonde and red streaks. Or maybe dark brown and red. So fun! Who wants to spare me 75 bux? Total rip-off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just now was, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting Ulfah after she was done with school. &lt;br /&gt;- Pizza hut @ my house while we watched Hikmah together. &lt;br /&gt;- Laughed at how we looked like in sec 1. Kental with the capital K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later will be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Studying for tomorrow's paper.&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe an hour of Hikmah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored. I think the next best solution to kill this boredom is to do my number 1 favourite hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-429893174224709401?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/429893174224709401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=429893174224709401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/429893174224709401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/429893174224709401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/tomorrow-ends-today.html' title='TOMORROW ENDS TODAY'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-212467178806119672</id><published>2007-11-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:00:00.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWEN-TEE-TOOO</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Basshunter - Botton]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I decided to pass the interview over at Kallang and go for Starbucks interview tomorrow. Oh wee wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# More than anything in the world, I need a freaking job right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Haven't you heard that my 7 year old therapin died because it's partner in crime (happened to be another therapin of mine) bit its legs off? (Ouuucchhhh!) 7 years baby, 7 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# (Continuation of point number 3) My parents decided to dump therapin number 2 in a small lake somewhere in East Coast (and my mom cried).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Facebook is super addictive just because my discipline master, PE teacher, english teacher and most teachers in school own an account. We can play &lt;em&gt;fight-fight&lt;/em&gt; this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# My brother is off for a 2 days camping trip at Jalan Bahar, another 3 days at Kota Tinggi, a day stop over at KL and another 6 days at Penang for a hockey match against them Malaysians. This spells Lonely with the capital L, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# But I managed to sms him yesterday night asking him to take a very good care of himself. So you see, behind those &lt;em&gt;"kau memang bodoh punyer budak ah!"&lt;/em&gt; and "&lt;em&gt;perangai macam iblis!",&lt;/em&gt; I'm still that adorable loving sister (who always ask him for money, teehee!), for he is the only one who bother to layan my celebrity crushes, for he is the only one that calls Josh Hartnett and Cristiano Ronaldo "&lt;em&gt;Kakak Olin punyer boyfriend!"&lt;/em&gt; whenever he sees them on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/fadzly22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show them what you got alright, oh adikku yang tersayang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-212467178806119672?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/212467178806119672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=212467178806119672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/212467178806119672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/212467178806119672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/twen-tee-tooo.html' title='TWEN-TEE-TOOO'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7308958088346976506</id><published>2007-11-08T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T03:18:31.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYBE ONE OF THESE DAYS YOUR MAGIC WON'T AFFECT ME</title><content type='html'>[Current Music - Hate That I Love You - Rihanna]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fact that I'm bored and have nothing to do at home, I decided to join other Facebook-ians and their community. We shall see how long this will lasts because I always have this tendency of deleting my account. (I had a facebook account in August but decided to delete it 10 minutes later -_______-). I'm getting a hang of it so yea, should be fine this time baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Wednesday staying at home watching tons of Gol &amp;amp; Gincu episodes (my boyfriend is so hot in episode 5, my goodness!) and get myself fat. Let's see, I woke up at 3.30pm, munched something for a good 10 minutes and went back to sleep till 6.15pm and and and it felt so gooooooooood like holy crap, I need that sleep to make-do the loss during the O's period. Okay and my computer is infected with some virus called Trojan, however you spell that. I think my brother watched porn few nights back because there will always be some sex-scenes pop ups, erm, popping up! Babii. So I vowed to myself yesterday night that I will not go shopping for at least 3 weeks because yesterday, I went shopping with Makcik Siti! And I counted how many people graced through my boobs the whole time we were at Bugis Street. 3 okay, effing 3 people! We were at Bugis and then to town the whole day and then we decided to rest our pretty little butt@ Wisma's Starbucks where I got cheated! No seriously! I think you should give the barista a tight slap on the face if he asks you to "give the Bliss Bar a try" because for fuck's sake, I think it taste worst than a dog's poo (not that I've tried). There goes my 6 bucks! Like that wasn't enough, I wasted another $5.70 on the Oreo Cheesecake which I ended up not eating, but playing, like, spreading the oreo on my teeth and pose for the camera. Aiyo tambii, how to save money like this tsk tsk. And and oh oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/forsiti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 17th to Makcik Siti! Hmmm, I hope you'll find a boyfriend/husband who is as hot as Wentworth Miller (eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!) soon okay? Stop grabbing my boobs ok? Teeheee teeeheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay need to find something productive to do. Hmm, Facebook-ing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7308958088346976506?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7308958088346976506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7308958088346976506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7308958088346976506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7308958088346976506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/maybe-one-of-these-days-your-magic-wont.html' title='MAYBE ONE OF THESE DAYS YOUR MAGIC WON&apos;T AFFECT ME'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8749185271904088779</id><published>2007-11-05T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:37:08.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT TOOK TOO LONG, IT TOOK TOO LONG</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Aly &amp; Aj - The Potential Break Up Song]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this ordeal that I am facing is coming to an end pretty soon. Official day is next Tuesday but somehow somewhere I think I am able to relax after my science paper tomorrow. So it's been pretty long aiyeh? I have no confidence in doing well for O's because truth to be told, papers are beyond ten year series standard. I can only thank the one above for making my O's journey a brisk one. The last minute recap, the I'm-supposed-to-be-on-full-throttle kind of discipline, the sleeping for less than 5 hours everday, the super late poa revision with Hafeez at 2am, the breaking down the night before physics paper because I could not absorbed anything, it's all coming to an end baby. Weepeeee! This screams shopping! And makan day! Subway subway please!  Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got a job interview on the 15th. If everyting goes smoothly I dare say I'm starting work the following week. No, this time I'm clever enough not to engage in  retail, as much as I want to work at GUESS. Chet. The job merely requires me to answer calls and taking orders. (Hahaha I know you all are thinking of McDonalds delivery line.) So yes I have to deal with computers, receipts, telephones, customers order and delivary boys. (Some clues for you, keep on guessing ok? Hehe.)Damn. The thought of reporting to work as early as 8am is just beyond my imagination. Too tortorous. But yay, no work on weekends, thank god, thank god. Other than that, may be going for my first overseas trip without parents to Bangkok with Zimo. Sometime during late November I supposed. 4 girls and a guy - weepeedoo! This screams shopping part 2! Okay but it's still not yet confirmed so yah, I still need to take loan from my parents for air tickets, accomodation and shit nots and convince them that I will be safe yada yada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, will update often since I miss this humble abode of mine so much. I need a long bath and hit the books next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye aye sire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8749185271904088779?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8749185271904088779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8749185271904088779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8749185271904088779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8749185271904088779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-kind-of-boyfriend-would-forget.html' title='IT TOOK TOO LONG, IT TOOK TOO LONG'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-7472852051452857297</id><published>2007-10-26T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:21:29.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COULDN'T THEY SUFFICE FOR ANYBODY ELSE?</title><content type='html'>"And I saw your face baby, I knew it was no mistake. So I went to the doctor and told him oh my heart would break if I couldn't see you. He just gave me more pills. But I saw you up there."&lt;br /&gt;- Meg &amp; Dia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-7472852051452857297?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7472852051452857297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=7472852051452857297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7472852051452857297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/7472852051452857297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/couldnt-they-suffice-for-anybody-else.html' title='COULDN&apos;T THEY SUFFICE FOR ANYBODY ELSE?'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-405103258076636325</id><published>2007-10-18T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:13:26.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUFF PUFF HUFF PUFF</title><content type='html'>Come on baby, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in, breathe out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-405103258076636325?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/405103258076636325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=405103258076636325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/405103258076636325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/405103258076636325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/huff-puff-huff-puff.html' title='HUFF PUFF HUFF PUFF'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-2480252643077093311</id><published>2007-10-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:42:57.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OF HARI RAYA, 17TH BIRTHDAY AND MOOLAHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/light3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, happy celebrating Eid Festival this year babies. Let's savour on sambal goreng pengantin and ayam masak merah and udang-besar-besar-masak-lauk-colour-red (?) and sambal sotong. Don't worry about having a bulging tummy okay girls? Eid also means that, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, let me enjoy my last few hours of being 16. Happy birthday in advance &lt;s&gt;princess&lt;/s&gt; brat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-2480252643077093311?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2480252643077093311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=2480252643077093311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2480252643077093311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/2480252643077093311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/of-hari-raya-17th-birthday-and-moolahs.html' title='OF HARI RAYA, 17TH BIRTHDAY AND MOOLAHS'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4295397019306799098</id><published>2007-10-09T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:17:44.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOURS WERE MEANT FOR ONLY MINE</title><content type='html'>Look who has a curlier hair as of today. Hohoho. It better be that way homie, because I spent half the day yesterday inside the saloon, from 3.30pm right up to 11pm just to get my hair ceramically permed, having to buka inside the saloon itself with Liyana and finally left that place because Far East Plaza is like a ghost town when the shops are all closed for business. We raced down the escalator and Liyana won a few times (just because she wore a pair of skimmers while I had my slippers on) and like that wasn't enough, she screamed, "Tetek Berat!" onced she reached the ground. Piggy pig itu big butt! Anyway, I really hope this curls are big enough for my liking. Heh. But I was told that its (the curls) not visible, not until several washes (and I can't wash my hair for a day) and they say patience is virtue, so wait long long to see my visible curls la ehh korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the fact that I permed my hair(and dyed it too if you have not notice it much), my 17th is in 4 days time, so is Hari Raya. And someone please get me something from Fossil for my 17th. I wanted a Fossil watch so so badly last year and I didn't managed to get it. So I decided to carry forward that wish to this year's birthday. Plus if you're nice, a Fossil Hobo or perhaps a messanger bag from the same label would be much appreciated. Tak mahal. $180 je. I can share with you the bag though, just let me keep it. I told Ulfah to make for me cupcakes for my birthday, since she's very rajin when it comes to such menyenyeh task. Haha, they say it's okay for a girl to dream right? Even if it means that that it won't come true? How about having Josh Hartnett to come right up to my door and wish me, "Happy 17th, honey bunny." Sumpah aku pengsan pat situ jugak. Hahaha, whatever the point is, I have to do maths now. I got graduation day photos completely uploaded over at my photoalbum fyi, and my lips are killing me because it's swollen and dry and red and puffy! That's what I need when Hari Raya is in 4 days eh. Babi ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4295397019306799098?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4295397019306799098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4295397019306799098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4295397019306799098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4295397019306799098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/yours-were-meant-for-only-mine.html' title='YOURS WERE MEANT FOR ONLY MINE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5042277230035805776</id><published>2007-10-07T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:16:55.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"HELLO? HELLO?"</title><content type='html'>We went Jalan Kayu today for buka and the service there today was two thumbs up! Fish Head Curry was finger licking good (and the smell still lingers on my fingers, no less) and prata cheeseeeee is fattening so I had one piece only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, today was another wasted Saturday. My sleep was disturbed by a call from an unknown anak babi who claimed himself as "Man". Aku tengah tido kau, dia call! And very smart ah ini sial, he used private number so I could not detect the number. (Just because aku da ade caller-id eh, thank you very much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Farlinah eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Saper nie?"&lt;br /&gt;"Man ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Teros aku terbangun sekejap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Man maner?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Man ah, man Siglap."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Where you get my number frm?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dari your Ngee Ann friends ahhh."&lt;br /&gt;"Saper siaaaa?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And then he proceeded to ask me the very typical question coming from a Malay guy...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boleh kenal-kenal?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak leh. Who give you my number?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak nak bilang ah. You tak nak kenal-kenal. I ajak you berbual you tak nak. So I tak nak bilang ahhh."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah ok ah fine bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I don't think my Ngee Ann friends are THAT kental to pass numbers around, be it coming from the girls or boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if you think I'm that kind of girl which you can go on saying that ever so cliche sentence, then I'm afraid you're wrong. As cheeky as I may seem, I seriously have no intention getting to know guys this way. (I'll give in if it's Josh Hartnett and Mr Chad though HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, jangan berbual dengan aku pakai I U I U eh. I don't even use that to any of my boyfriends ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyana, I think you should be a darling and do me a favour since you have Siglap Year Books! Check out for me any guys with the named Man! I don't think it even exists. Man is so, kampung-kampung ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku suspect budak yang call aku nie confirm matrep bawa block sia. And confirm he was the one that called me at 2.48am on Friday too. (I did not answered though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like. I don't like. I hope his dick got chopped off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] I think I know who he is. His voice sounds so familiar, I've heard it somewhere before. Someone that I know off, confirm gila pig![/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5042277230035805776?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5042277230035805776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5042277230035805776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5042277230035805776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5042277230035805776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-hello.html' title='&quot;HELLO? HELLO?&quot;'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5002234189223191919</id><published>2007-10-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:21:35.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>Today, I made a fool of myself many times in front of Fish&amp;amp;Co staffs, &lt;s&gt;(which consist mainly of malay guys.)&lt;/s&gt; I showed Ulfah my belly dancing moves again while waiting for our food to come and how I constantly reminded her that one of the staffs was checking me out. HAHAHAHAHA. But anyway before that we went to Ikea for a quick trip to get ourselves storage boxes and many more. Tomorrow will be a long day for me, just because there are so much things to do. And how do I get this straight without sounding one bit bimbotic? I need to perm my hair again to get the curls defined. I love my brother because he is willing to pay for that. Hahaha! So ah, I'm taking a loan from my dad because I need to repair my hp pronto! Can't wait for the care centre to stock up its components any longer because I need my fone back before raya. I realised that I actually uses alot of money (when I'm trying to save la okayyyyyyyyyyy). I want to study now but my eyes are killing me so I guess I better have an early night today. Goodnight angels and yes, goodnight fuckface. Your ego stinks big time. But it's ok, it's ok. I'll show you mine too so may the best man win at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5002234189223191919?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5002234189223191919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5002234189223191919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5002234189223191919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5002234189223191919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8047663488922257327</id><published>2007-10-03T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:04:14.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUNED IN, REMEMBER THE THINGS YOU SAID</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Goo Goo Dolls - I'll be Your Greatest Fan Of Your Life]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like having sushi, ice lemon tea, air katira, air kelapa, green tea, bubble tea, mee goreng basah, nasi goreng ikan bilis, satay, arnold's chicken and oily yummy bun, popeye's biscuits, Tong Seng's fried wanton for buka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I crave for many things right now. My mom is eating Briyani outside and I just had to close the door so I won't see her eat. My body is so weird. My period has yet to come, again! Walau! I've been fasting for a good 22 days, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's been pretty mundane these days. My days are occupied, sitting inside library mugging my ass off. Yesterday, yesterday was my lucky day because Glenn came and talked to me inside library. Like omgzzzzzz! I don't mind stapling for him his stacks of social studies notes uhhhh!! Yes, I was *THIS* kental that I kept smirking and Ulfah had to constantly asked me to stop it. And my bitching partner Sebastian came all the way from the end of the library just to tap my back and went, &lt;em&gt;"Just now so happy ah handsome boy talked to you! What he want?!"&lt;/em&gt;, sooooo, I guess it was pretty obvious how I (accidentally) potrayed that omgz-he-talked-to-me!!! facial expression. Hahaha. More of this-kind of moments before I graduate please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway again,  I want to take up belly dancing lesson after O's! Yes, laugh your ass out but I showed Ulfah and Xin Ying my spendid belly dancing moves at the classroom corridor just now (very tak tau malu, I know). Hmmm, I think I did a good job for a starter hahahaha! It only take a few more good practices to see me shaking my belly and bum right in front of your face hahahaha. Best eh aku tak sabar.  And I finally went Geylang! And I saw many stupid scene kids and stupid whores with thick eyeliners. And they were screaming at their boy friends like some cheap sluts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, aku very bitchy ah bulan puase nie. Okay da, siket siket cukop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And *cough cough* someone is turning 17 in 10 days time, or haven't you heard pretty baby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8047663488922257327?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8047663488922257327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8047663488922257327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8047663488922257327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8047663488922257327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/tuned-in-remember-things-you-said.html' title='TUNED IN, REMEMBER THE THINGS YOU SAID'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-1385109579890619305</id><published>2007-10-02T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:49:17.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don't understand you at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-1385109579890619305?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1385109579890619305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=1385109579890619305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1385109579890619305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/1385109579890619305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-too-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-6439373397839354323</id><published>2007-09-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:50:51.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO ALBUM SPREAD ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Nickelback - Photograph]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/grad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/grad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A1 for POA!", says Mrs Liu. (And ermmm, D&amp;amp;T!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/grad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/grad4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/oleen/grad5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sesungguhnya muke aku baru habis nangis eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day last friday. (Aku nangis macam nak mampos) I can't believe I'm a graduant already, although not offically. But anyways, it was a good Friday, albeit the heat was killing us. I managed to snap pictures with most of my classmates yay. Missed out certain people though. Shall save it on the last day of papers. =S Oh, I cried 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Farlinah, kau jangan nangis la. Nanti kau buat aku nangis laaaa."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fahrini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poooooooof, the next moment her eyes were watery. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to accountings now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-6439373397839354323?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6439373397839354323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=6439373397839354323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6439373397839354323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6439373397839354323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/photo-album-spread-on-my-bedroom-floor.html' title='PHOTO ALBUM SPREAD ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4592331651272219232</id><published>2007-09-18T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:03:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST BITE THE DUST CAUSE I DON'T LIKE US</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Swiss Beats - You Don't Know Me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off today quite late as you can see. I just woke up few hours ago! Teehee. Yes, I pandai-pandai said to myself that I would only take a quick 10 minutes nap after morning prayer and after that, I would get myself ready for school. But you know, it was 8.40am the next moment I checked the time, so I went back to sleep till Siti called me at 12pm. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I did poa after Sahur today! Erm, okay hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night study in school was a wasted one. But fun, nevertheless. Ulfah and myself searched for food at As-Salihin to break our fast in school together with Fahrini. We did a few chemistry questions and after that the boys (Elliotz and Jin Xue) called Macdees. Fat laksa and McFlurry for dessert? I think I'm getting fatter. But then again, who cares? I'm not THAT fat anyway. Heee. The school compound was scary and dark at night, we did not even dare to go to the toilet (which was located just fucking beside our study bench!). Anyhoos, we should do this more often, only this time, concentrate more and bitch less. Hahaha. Elliotz and Jin Xue joined us for bitching session too, and we bitched and ditched chemistry till it was time to go home. Wasted, wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-prelims Prog commenced yesterday and that fucking means my O's is around the corner. School ended at 10.30am almost everyday =D. As of today, my practical papers is exactly in a month time gasp gasp. We all should start sprinting already,  although I don't run fast but hmm, just sprint ok! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, am meeting Siti at 3 later in school to mug. Or at least I think so, hehehe ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4592331651272219232?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4592331651272219232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4592331651272219232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4592331651272219232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4592331651272219232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-bite-dust-cause-i-dont-like-us.html' title='JUST BITE THE DUST CAUSE I DON&apos;T LIKE US'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8607261483653720720</id><published>2007-09-16T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:26:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY'RE COMING AFTER US WITH BIG GUNS</title><content type='html'>Random things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm afraid of cats, especially kittens, because someone told me that kittens actually follow people around. The other night when I was on my way home (it was closed to midnight), there was a kitten fucking right in front of me. And yes, it followed me as I walked to the lift. I was cursing and swearing and tried waiting for it to go away but it did not so, I ended up pushing the kitten away from me with a plastic bag, HARD and run towards the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I always think that guys who read books are bright. I don't really see boys that read, well apart from my brother at home. Faiz once showed up with Mitch Albom's Tuesdays With Morrie in hands, it got me all surprised baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I've got no caller-id on my cell-phone and the feeling suck each time I've got a missed call. Yes, you can call me whenever you feel like calling and I will not even have the slightest clue that it's you on the other line. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm weird because I keep on wishing I have boobs like Victoria Secret's models. But then again, when they say real boobs rock, I'm proud of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm a sucker for boys in polo tee. I went nuts when my form teacher wore a black polo tee with a tight grip around his arms and unfolded collar (Remember, Ulfah?!) during our excursion to Pulau Bukom this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm very negative and have a real low level of self-esteem. Uhh, that sucks isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Sweaty boys in jeans (and only jeans, hmm, maybe with a pair of CK boxer inside) are a big turn-on, you know, especially when he is working real hard and then decided to get naked on the upper half because the heat is killing him? *Move eyes down his abs* Will kill my insides silently, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I've got a real addiction to redbull. I think it's yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ White shoes always look good on guys in denim. I secretly think that guys who dressed like that knows his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I want to spend my birthday (after O's, after O's) sky-dining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mountfaber.com.sg/main-skydining.htm"&gt;HERE HERE CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I put that down because I know it will never come true anyway. I know because nobody is willing to splurge big money for me for something like that. Nobody will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I need to get my ass to the study table fucking right now. Goodnight precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mountfaber.com.sg/main-skydining.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8607261483653720720?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8607261483653720720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8607261483653720720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8607261483653720720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8607261483653720720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/theyre-coming-after-us-with-big-guns.html' title='THEY&apos;RE COMING AFTER US WITH BIG GUNS'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8168688009010213483</id><published>2007-09-14T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:04:18.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO HAVE JUST ONE MORE CHANCE</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wanna call you,&lt;br /&gt;but I know you won't be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8168688009010213483?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8168688009010213483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8168688009010213483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8168688009010213483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8168688009010213483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-have-just-one-more-chance.html' title='TO HAVE JUST ONE MORE CHANCE'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5799921927587302099</id><published>2007-09-09T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T05:10:44.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUMINATE THE NO'S ON THEIR VACANCY SIGNS</title><content type='html'>God only knows why I'm still awake at such an ungodly hour like this. Tsk. I can't sleep and my sleeping pattern has changed gradually since the holidays started. I slept past 5am yesterday (and woke up closed to 4pm) and today may be the same timing too. Hmm, I just finished studying chemistry, btw. More like struggling to finish up my long overdued tuition homework though. I have tuition tomorrow at 3.30pm! God only knows if I can get my ass off the bed by that time. Teehee. Hohoho, my tuition tutor called me spoilt and hmm, cheeky you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, fasting month is days away and I'm feeling the excitement yo! My mom already bought curtains for hari raya (mak aku memang selalu extra semangat!) I'm glad that I can fast on the first day of Ramadhan this year, unlike last year. Phew thank god my period just ended today. I was literally jumping around the house to make it flow out faster (opps!). Well, it works for my case so maybe you should try doing the same thing too. Hee. Other than that, say hello to ayam percik over at Geylang! So sedap I can eat 5 of such on my own. Hahaha! Well well well, so much for the excitement, I have yet to pay my 7 days fasting debt (if you allow me to call it that). Ya la, the overpowering satan surrounding me keep on increasing day by day which results me in not paying my 7 days debt (but actually truth to be told, I kinda lazy to pay too hahaha!) but I don't think it should be a problem in a few days time. No more satan means I can study in peace too! Hmm, I'm hungry right now! I smsed my brother for 2 pieces for prata from Simpang but he (just) got home with not even a piece of prata in hand! So predictable huh abang aku nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! Fasting month in a few days also equals to my birthday in a month plus a few days away huh!Hehehehuhuhuhahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, it's one minute to 5am right now, I think I should turn in before my father wakes up and ask me to stay longer for morning prayer. Hehehe! Morning sunshines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Josh Daniel Hartnett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5799921927587302099?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5799921927587302099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5799921927587302099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5799921927587302099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5799921927587302099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/illuminate-nos-on-their-vacancy-signs.html' title='ILLUMINATE THE NO&apos;S ON THEIR VACANCY SIGNS'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-5472186478896592393</id><published>2007-09-07T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T03:36:15.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMBUTLAH TANGAN INI</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/V_K8oqhtPL/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/V_K8oqhtPL/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Kau auraku. &lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu menaungi pikiran batinku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-5472186478896592393?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5472186478896592393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=5472186478896592393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5472186478896592393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/5472186478896592393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/sambutlah-tangan-ini.html' title='SAMBUTLAH TANGAN INI'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-8490612515926266144</id><published>2007-09-05T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:07:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE SEE REFLECTION OF HER FATHER'S REJECTION</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: No Use For A Name - Life Size Mirror]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are alright. It's the same routine everyday and today, I'm actually supposed to make my way down to school for a good self-mugging but I woke up past 12 yet again and by then, the sun was already at its highest point for the day so, I decided to stay at home in hope that I will do some maths later, but then again I don't think I can get myself to study hahaha. Ah, that is one of a hell long sentence. Yesterday I touched a little on physics (like finally lor) and feeling-feeling very rajin kan, I read up on thermal and generator chapter but soon I found myself diverging my attention to other things just because I don't understand anything. I have quite a number of tuition sessions just this week and I hope I can clear my doubts by then. Yes, I have 2 hours of tuition which consist of sciences and maths and sometimes my tuition can drag till the 3rd hour, tapi aku punya chemistry and physics still bodoh la. Pui. Oh yesterday also, I was too happy that I purchased 2 pretty pretty bags online. Can't wait for it to arrive yay! Hee. And my dad wants me to be more feminine (just because he is never my number 1 fan when it comes to my tattered jeans) that he bought for me a handbag from Hongkong. So for his best interest in wanting me to be more feminine, I shall save my moolahs and have my collection of stiletto heels from now on. Don't be suprised if you see me walking down the street of Orchard Road with skinnies and stiletto. (Ya right, and I probably get ditch by Ulfah and Fahrini and Zimo ah). And adding to my level of feminity which I foresee is rising pretty soon, I'm baking strawberry cheesecake this Sunday. I just hope that I don't burn my fingers when using the oven this time, though. I want to learn how to cook hmm, roti john cheese!! Like the one that they sell at Adam Road. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of them girls, I miss them so much. Fahrini's been too silent for my liking so I presume she's busy studying (or maybe she bedek bedek step study ah that Fahrini. Like aku tak tau like that eh Bobot). I was on the fon with Makcik Siti yesterday till closed to 4am. We're supposed to go Lau Pa Sat (with Bobot) to scout for yummy food soon anyway but I doubt the plan works. I'm meeting Zimo and Dini tomorrow and we're going to be like those kiasu Singaporeans and queue up for 36 donuts. Zimo says we have to buy 3 dozens because every Thursday Farhan is going clubbing so she's going to stuff herself with donuts just so she will not think of Farhan clubbing. I swear the calories contain in all the donuts she consumed gonna go straight up to her already fat cheeks ah. And I'm sleeping over at her house tomorrow too so yay, maybe we can chill at Macdees near her house in wee hours in the morning, and then buy bubble tea from my favourite bubbletea shop opposite TP, and sleep till 3/4 of the day has gone. Can't wait! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Farhan's been a good chap to me lately. He prompted me over at msn + sms just to advise me not to date &lt;strong&gt;*the guy I'm supposed to have dinner with this Friday*&lt;/strong&gt; because he sleep around with girls. Walandey. That dude (no, not Farhan) is seriously sick up there sia. For once la, please think with his brain and not his fucking dick ahhhhh. Please actually care about what others are feeling and just not think about what his dick gonna do and the moans and groans and the different positions. Sticking feathers on your butt doesn't make you a chicken ah so having a bike doesn't make him any superior la okay. Bloody hell. Firstly he offered to accompany me to get my fone repaired this Friday. And then he told me he's planning to bring me to Changi Beach? I think he wants something in return luh. Nothing comes for free in this word anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I need a very practical reason to cancel the whole dinner pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And I see the rest of you at tastierthanfarlinah.myphotoalbum.com]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-8490612515926266144?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8490612515926266144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=8490612515926266144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8490612515926266144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/8490612515926266144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-see-reflection-of-her-fathers.html' title='SHE SEE REFLECTION OF HER FATHER&apos;S REJECTION'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-4267506601196116828</id><published>2007-09-02T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T03:55:25.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S GET DRUNK AND DRIVE AROUND</title><content type='html'>[Current Musik: Boys Like Girls - The Great Escape]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/farlinah/tp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Bobot's 17th, we decided to give Tanjong Pagar a visit for a round of chapatis with finger-licking kheema, sugared donuts, banana fritters, cempedek and a glass of teh susu. You can't expect us to always go for Fish N' Co, Pastamania and Pizza Hut, do you? Cheap food with great company is all you need, as they put it. Well, minus the part that some gatal pakcik asked me to take a picture with him, other than that, it was another outing I would dare say tiring yet enjoyable with these girls. Bobot made us crossed a freaking expressway (I think that's what you called it) when we missed our (bus) stop. You know, one which is hard for you to get to the opposite side? She made us entered some bushy place with spiky leaves to get to the other side, made us or rather me, crossed over the metal bar that divide the roads with my skirt, made everyone inside the vehicles that passed us (and saw our 3 heads popping out between the trees) thought we're insane. After all that and a long walk, we came to the intended destination and gobbled down our chapatis! Toyed around with Ulfah's camera and we gave Fahrini her birthday cake. It may not be her dream cake and place to celebrate birthday at, but hey, they say it's the thought that counts. ;-) I'm sure Bobot enjoyed herself because if not, she won't be posing like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/farlinah/tp7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! The rest of the night was spent at Clarke Quay. (Hmm, or was it Boat Quay? I can never get those 2 places right!) Anyway, it was near to Singapore River so yea, we just chilled there. Wanted to light up the candles because the cake would look much nicer lighted but then we realised that we don't carry lighters with us and asking the mat beside us for a lighter was definate no so yes, we just sticked to non-lighted candles. And I suck at lighting up lighters eh, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobot, we may call you nicknames and such but as the minahs and mats put it, &lt;em&gt;no joke no fun ah Kek&lt;/em&gt; (whatever Kek means!). And like those crazy couples out there who thinks their relationship will last forever, &lt;em&gt;till death do us part&lt;/em&gt; ah eh. Hahahaha! Happy birthday Ah-Fat! (Hehehehe!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall move on with other issues. MY HP FINALLY DIED ON ME! It's only 8-months-old and now, it's gone temporarily out of my life. =( I can't get it repaired, not until next week because the components are out of stock currently. Walau walau. I can't survive using my old vintage sony ericsson la. I used that handphone since sec 3 till late last year and it has many scratches on it. AND IT'S STILL POLYPHONIC RINGTONES WITH INFRA-RED AH EH. Walau walauuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, my O's is less than 2 months time. Gasp? Prelims are officially over and my graduation day is on the 21st Sept. Hmm, other than that, teachers day was a real bore. Nothing fun except for the games part. And oh, Sheikh came down and gave me Chris and Larry's, hehehe! Okay la so that part, I kinda looked forward a little cause he smsed me the day before at a freaking 12am (Fahrini, &lt;em&gt;thank&lt;/em&gt; your classmate for passing my number eh!) plus to tell me he bought for me that! Alala, so yes as a form of being appreciative and thank you, we talked for awhile inside canteen with Bobot and soon left because the heat was killing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, I'm very excited about this! Anywayyyy, somebody asked me out for a dinner date tomorrow and he gave me his cell number and he wanted to fetch me tomorrow and asked my mom for permission to bring me out. Very cute huh. Mak aku kalau tak perambat dengan batang penyapu dah baik. Hahahaha, but that's not the point ahhh!!!!! I was smiling and smiling in front of the computer even after he logged off. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO INTERESTING PEOPLE IS ONLINE RIGHT NOW. I think most of them are busy studying so yes, I feel very guilty now. But I studied today! I did 2 papers of Chemistry because I noticed my TYS is as good as new. Hee. Hmm, I think I should get going now so I shall leave you guys with some pictures. Will add these photos up soon at my photoalbum. You can still go to my album though because I've uploaded a new album. Happy Sunday beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/farlinah/tp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/farlinah/tp3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/farlinah/tp4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/farlinah/tp5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/farlinah/tp6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-4267506601196116828?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4267506601196116828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=4267506601196116828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4267506601196116828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/4267506601196116828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-get-drunk-and-drive-around.html' title='LET&apos;S GET DRUNK AND DRIVE AROUND'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690798.post-6807601028721737112</id><published>2007-08-31T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:20:50.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS REAL</title><content type='html'>One night, the moon said to me, "If he makes you cry, why don’t you leave him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the moon and said, "Moon, would you ever leave your sky?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690798-6807601028721737112?l=melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6807601028721737112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690798&amp;postID=6807601028721737112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6807601028721737112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690798/posts/default/6807601028721737112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-memoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-real.html' title='THIS IS REAL'/><author><name>Farlinah</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
