<?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-6671429851149276077</id><updated>2012-01-17T20:28:11.622+08:00</updated><category term='You had me at hello'/><category term='i stink.'/><category term='wishing i could touch your face.'/><category term='eff-you-ceee-kayy'/><category term='-'/><category term='shiny la kan/aku miss kau'/><category term='FUCK YOU'/><category term='so good'/><category term='impossible?'/><category term='-____________-'/><category term='cccccccccc'/><category term='i hate posers'/><category term='shit shit shit shit'/><category term='happy.'/><category term='Too late?'/><category term='i swear'/><category term='Math is getting better :D'/><category term='its funny'/><category term='blank'/><category term='updates'/><category term='save you'/><category term='Girls = Bitches'/><category term='what i wish it would be like.'/><category term='so far'/><category term='no idea what&apos;s gonna happen next'/><category term='Rinniey la kan'/><category term='replacing you is so easy'/><category term='iloveaba'/><category term='no matter what happens'/><category term='faves right?'/><category term='so what?'/><category term='shit shit bullshit'/><category term='hush hush'/><category term='martin mcfly'/><category term='kiss and tell'/><category term='please la fizah'/><category term='asshole'/><category term='i want to go shit'/><category term='Wtv you do'/><category term='life&apos;s dull.'/><category term='WOOOOO'/><category term='im crazy'/><category term='remember i told you so'/><category term='i&apos;m okay.'/><category term='currently'/><category term='im sorry'/><category term='What have I done now?'/><category term='enough is enough k'/><category term='you&apos;re a little late'/><category term='Low low low low low low low low'/><category term='How typical of me.'/><category term='halo'/><category term='everything&apos;s falling apart'/><category term='never forget Allah'/><category term='Trust no one beb.'/><category term='random stuffs'/><category term='im already torn'/><category term='I FORGET AL-HAFIZ&apos;S FACE. pfffffft'/><category term='RED'/><category term='hypocrite folks'/><category term='uh uhuh'/><category term='really.'/><category term='told ya i&apos;d update'/><category term='ask me'/><category term='loser'/><category term='going on with you gone'/><category term='if i had just one more day'/><category term='stop it eh.'/><category term='please don&apos;t leave me'/><category term='wordy post. read it or leave it'/><category term='hafiz where?'/><category term='wth'/><category term='Boys will laugh at girls when they&apos;re not funny.'/><category term='kid-o/e-clair'/><category term='i miss nadhrah okay'/><category term='i swear i dont wanna lose you D.'/><category term='twisted.'/><category term='JM'/><category term='life cannot get any better.'/><category term='Girls? Buat bodoh'/><category term='Im only a friend. haha'/><category term='Maybe im trying too hard.'/><category term='bitch. muahaha'/><category term='mane kau chris evans?'/><category term='who else'/><category term='i drove myself insane'/><category term='forgive me.'/><category term='better now?'/><category term='this post sucks :D'/><category term='because you were perfect'/><category term='disturbed'/><title type='text'>Bounce</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2326017779623360596</id><published>2012-01-17T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:28:11.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's irritating that my thoughts dont matter to the world, not even to my friends. It just sucks to the max. I think my thoughts are largely valid, though not well supported. I am entitled to opinions and i expect nothing less than coherent arguments. it's not fair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-2326017779623360596?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2326017779623360596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2326017779623360596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2326017779623360596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2326017779623360596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-irritating-that-my-thoughts-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5604747608693991926</id><published>2012-01-17T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:00:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>classy but badass</title><content type='html'>it has been more than a month since I last blogged. pretty long huh? haha no need for apologies no one reads this anws, right? feels sad tho writing to myself online. kinda wished my thoughts were read and maybe shared with the world but I'm too young and insignificant to do such things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which got me to thinking; is it really cos I'm too young and insignificant that I can't reach out to the world? share my thoughts and what nots? or is it cos I don't try? or is it becos I don't believe in myself? which is pretty ironic considering the fact that I like to pride myself..interesting now don't you think? *i seriously feel like I'm talking to myself, perhaps such is the case*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates updates, let me see...well my birthday obviously didn't go as well as I thought it would! but I was contented. a small gathering with the people I love  or as one would say, awesome company, and great food surely set the tone for what I would deem as satisfactory (or slightly above it). yea I expected more but I am not a mean person. of course I understand that we had just ended one of the major examinations in our lives and I couldn't possibly ask for more. but the surprise was good though! haha good plans good minds great intentions! loved it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point I would like to point out that this will be a lengthy post. time check 1.04 am. probably gonna be posted tmr afternoon since by the time I'll be done the connection's probably dead. it's okay, doesn't really matter now does it? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, my Malay friends deserve due credit for managing to surprise me twice for my birthday! haha even though it was wayyyy past my birthday I still think it was nice and thoughtful of them to have planned it for me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone for the lovely birthday! though if I were to be completely honest you guys will hate me for it. thus I shan't! but I will not lie. it was awesome and I feel blessed to have met all of you kind souls who are very thoughtful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the disappointment comes from my part sadly. I did not get what I wanted for my birthday :/ largely my fault. hahaha I didn't tell anyone what I wanted, I merely gave hints and it wasn't obvious anyways..but it's okay. I am specialised in dealing with disappointments. deal with it every year when I choose to let people in and then they just take advantage. oh no one in particular, im just saying. (sucks to be you if you think I'm referring to you cos chances are that I really am!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I remember one particular person promising to get me smth absolutely awesome (as I would remember it to be put that way) for my birthday. This was promised during May maybe? oh I wouldn't want to remember..as the Malays would say it 'Bebual World'. I hope you do not chance upon this blog. becos I would hate for you to know what's happening in my life *partial lie, maybe not anymore in the future, time will tell!* dear friend, I want you to know it sucked to be me to have known you. to have gotten all the wrong signs and to be so hopeful for something that wasn't meant to be. what I did, I feel like a fool. I swear I was nothing short of sincere in our friendship, and I promise the only thing I ever tried to do was to get closer to you. you were a mess, all I wanted was to help. but noooo you took advantage of the way I felt about you. feelings faded along the way but memories don't. I took your words seriously and I wanted to prove you wrong about people in your life who would only be there temporarily. honestly, I wanted to be that one friend who wouldn't be a temporary friend..I always have a point to prove and I always make sure it's worth it, but you made me regret that I ever wanted to help. I cared too much and I got hurt in the end. it sucks, really. when all you ever had to do was pretend to be nice and all I did was help you. it sucks. I wish I could forget everything you said even if it meant nothing to you cos it meant something to me. and you lied. you lied your ass off about everything. I just hate it when people lie to me about their life. I don't mind of people lie to me about where they are who they are dating what they are doing but you don't lie about your life. I am too trusting, pardon me I was. thanks to you i don't think I'll ever be that silly girl again. it's pretty obvious who I'm talking about at this point..I just hope one day I will get to see you and you'll be doing well and I will too and I hope when that day comes I'll be over all the shit you made me believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on..I don't really wish to talk about the people who dislike me. they're not worth my time. so if you're reading this (I wish you do!!) I hope you know I have a few rules in life. I'll write them down one day but for now here's what they are: &lt;br /&gt;1. I don't usually give second chances Rationale: because once the trust is ruined, nothing will ever be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;2. when I give second chances, 99.9% of the time it doesn't last.&lt;br /&gt;Rationale: I don't trust people the second time. what, you expect me to be vulnerable again so you can fuck me over twice? no bitch I don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't steal friends.&lt;br /&gt;Rationale: I'm classy but in a badass way. &lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Some excerpts I would like to call it. Haha pretty simple hope your complicated mind can understand it, I mean comprehend..oh whatever floats your boat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that there's really nothing. MOE rejected my application cos it was wrongly done..still waiting for a reply on how I fix it though, been waiting pretty long..but it's okay. I don't think I wanna teach :/ no really I wish I could teach for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this post, perhaps I have written too much..but who reads this crap anyways? it's just my opinions and it doesn't matter. who am I to the rest of the world? someone ranting about life on a site that allows for more than 140 characters (hint: it's a bird!) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think my thoughts are interesting and worth reading, maybe you feel the same way, or worse, maybe slightly amused. but then again we become old news and new things are more worth evaluating than this crap so..let's just leave it at this. I suck at goodbyes anyways! haha will try to blog soon! have so much thoughts and ideas that no one cares about and this is the best place to express them all! goodnight! I mean good-whatever-time-period-of-the-day-it-will-be-when-I-post-this-tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5604747608693991926?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5604747608693991926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5604747608693991926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5604747608693991926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5604747608693991926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2012/01/classy-but-badass.html' title='classy but badass'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-102629419712348641</id><published>2011-12-17T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:18:10.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just read an article about the first Malay man to ever have a gay marriage. Such disgrace. It really reflects a lot about what our society has become. How low we've gotten ourselves. Hey, i'm not being stereotypical about this. out of many people i've met, its safe to say that im probably one of the most open minded people. i mean i dont mind being friends with gays or lesbians but when it comes to marriage of them, man, shit just got real. it's against ALL religions (safe to say) these gay marriages, or specifically marriages of the same gender. and changing gender is out of the question here people. i mean, i cant help but feel sad, and disappointed that society has come to this. yea i know i say fuck society and their judgements shit but i just cant deal with this tragedy of gar marriages. just, no. seriously. i feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shouldnt be this way. its a serious matter. i mean i do have some feelings for pretty girls but it is against my beliefs and religion and against my God's rules to be in a relationship with another woman, thus if feelings ever develop, then i must, and i will engender all efforts to fight the urge. and God forbid, i fail at that! i mean, do the right thing la, dont be stupid. what kind of message are you trying to show the world? love is louder than anything? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats just plain stupid. yeah, ok. gay marriages. would you parents support it? if they would please ignore me. but if they do, then seriously someone explain to me how the hell is love louder than anything, when you choose to ignore your parents advice to marry someone of the same gender? explain to me now la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is so fucked up, i just wonder how im gonna get by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-102629419712348641?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/102629419712348641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=102629419712348641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/102629419712348641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/102629419712348641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-read-article-about-first-malay-man.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2271290123702519191</id><published>2011-12-11T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:54:26.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved</title><content type='html'>it's not always rainbows and butterflies, its compromise that moves us along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nIjVuRTm-dc?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if im the girl with the broken smile? who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tap on my window knock on my door i wanna make her feel beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-2271290123702519191?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2271290123702519191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2271290123702519191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2271290123702519191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2271290123702519191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2011/12/maroon-5-she-will-be-loved.html' title='Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nIjVuRTm-dc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-8038685889395228007</id><published>2011-12-11T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:00:43.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi i'm sad and i dont know why. no pms i swear i just ended mine. a year ago i said studies would get in the way of my happiness and now with it out of my life, i dont see why i shouldnt be happy. i wish i lived with my bestfriend. i wish other people didnt exist. i wish boys didnt exist. i wish i didnt exist. its like i just lost it man. lost it, everything. i dont like whats gg on in life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? fuck it. no one reads this shit anws. i might as well fuck myself cos no one's interested. FUCK THIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-8038685889395228007?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8038685889395228007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=8038685889395228007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8038685889395228007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8038685889395228007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2011/12/hi-im-sad-and-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-4896007407649807183</id><published>2011-11-19T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T01:03:12.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 what?</title><content type='html'>hahaha why do i feel like my 18th birthday is gonna suck? 21st nov is the end of my a's, the start of my life. my birthday! hahaha idk i dont wanna expect too much i mean i know my friends are busy but 21st nov comes once in a year. its gonna be sad cos 1. brother's not home 2.econs 3.no meet clara or malay ppl 4.not celebrating it on my birthday and most important of all, it sucks to have yr birthday after a's, esp when you know you've screwed it up pretty badly :( i dont deserve it this long break, but no use being sad over whats done now. might as well enjoy before shit repeats itself..oh well. haha i dont want monday to come. i want to sleep but im mugging. guess what time is it?! 1 am, no afternoon sleep this will hopefully be my last, insya-Allah. if not, theres always next year...&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-4896007407649807183?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4896007407649807183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=4896007407649807183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4896007407649807183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4896007407649807183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2011/11/hahaha-why-do-i-feel-like-my-18th.html' title='21 what?'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1356411626317692746</id><published>2011-09-01T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:52:27.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not stupid. You think I don't notice how oddly you've treated me aft that? Seriously?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Yea deny it. That's what you always do. Do i mark you down or push you away when you're better than me? The most I'll do is make a nasty joke but i dont freaking hold it against you. That's just silly. EVERYONE wants to do well. Not just you. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Im so annoyed. Why cant you for once just be honest? Why u always treat me like this?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Any questions asked im not telling cos unlike me, you treat me as an option. I just dont feel like a priority to you anymore. Call me a bitch, oh wait you alr do.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-1356411626317692746?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1356411626317692746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1356411626317692746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1356411626317692746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1356411626317692746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2552046204365714259</id><published>2011-08-20T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T01:06:22.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surah Luqman, line 20. Made me cry. Oh Allah, forgive me for always doubting, for my wishful thinking. Ampunkanlah saya ya Allah..&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-2552046204365714259?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2552046204365714259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2552046204365714259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2552046204365714259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2552046204365714259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2011/08/surah-luqman-line-20.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1382293151480125532</id><published>2011-08-19T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:15:14.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those nights where you just cant sleep cos you're up thinking abt life? No? You shouldnt be here. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I dont get it. Why me why now? Why the sudden quitter attitude and mentality? I dont understand. In sec 4, everything was well. Everything was beyond well..what happened? Life? Huh what? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Someone make me understand cos nothing makes any sense anymore. I cant believe im giving up so easily..why?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; They say, if God wanted to converse with you, you would read the Qur'an. Well, its the fasting month, and i only read the Qur'an once during madrasah..what's happening to me? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I dont know why my faith is running low. My prayers left unanswered.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Ya Allah, i've never been a loyal and humble servant to you. I have done way too many mistakes for me to enter Jannah. Ya Allah, i am sorry my Lord. I dont abstain from what You told us to and I dont do what You want us to. Ya Allah, im sorry for i keep losing faith in You. Im not perfect but all i want is a sign from You. I believe You are here, somewhere looking down at me, listening to me. I believe You have great plans for me. But Allah, i do not know what i should do to reach them. I am in a quicksand it seems, nothing i say or do can help me out. Nothing but You ya Allah. Please Allah, please Allah help me for i am nothing without You. I would much rather die than suffer in life without Your guidance. Please Allah answer my prayers. I thank You for all You have done and granted me so far. My Lord the most Merciful and most Gracious. Help me. Please. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Amin. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Crying now cos it feels like i spoke to God. No judgements, just pure confessions. May Allah grant me my prayers. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-1382293151480125532?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1382293151480125532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1382293151480125532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1382293151480125532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1382293151480125532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2011/08/ever-had-one-of-those-nights-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-4605831829037373835</id><published>2011-08-08T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:50:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiiiiii hahaha this blog has been dead for 8 freaking months hahah  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; currently its 0147 and im sleepy but i feel so sad right now and i cant seem to find an avenue to tell anyone how i feel. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; screw this im just gonna sleep. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; dear blogspot, i miss you heheheh tmr k :))&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-4605831829037373835?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4605831829037373835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=4605831829037373835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4605831829037373835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4605831829037373835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2011/08/hiiiiii-hahaha-this-blog-has-been-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2078893350262201133</id><published>2010-12-22T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:48:10.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't done enough to receive Your blessings and help but perhaps i should wait just a little longer..ya Allah, please help me please please only You know what's best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-2078893350262201133?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2078893350262201133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2078893350262201133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2078893350262201133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2078893350262201133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-havent-done-enough-to-receive-your.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-893993180994672992</id><published>2010-12-08T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:16:42.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know I love my religion and I respect other religions but this is too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus waited&lt;i&gt; three&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; days to come back to life. It was perfect! If he had only waited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; day, a lot of people wouldn't have even heard he died. They'd be all, "Hey Jesus, what up?" and Jesus would probably be like, "What up? I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;died &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;yesterday!" and they'd be all, "Uh, you look pretty alive to me, dude..." and then Jesus would have to explain how he was resurrected, and how it was a miracle, and the dude'd be like "Uhh okay, whatever you say, bro..." And he's not gonna come back on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Everybody's busy, doing chores, workin' the loom, trimmin' the beard, NO. He waited the perfect number of days, three. Plus it's Sunday, so everyone's in church already, and they're all in there like "Oh no, Jesus is dead", and then BAM! He bursts in the back door, runnin' up the aisle, everyone's totally psyched, and FYI, that's when he invented the high five. That's why we wait three days to call a woman, because that's how long Jesus wants us to wait.... True story.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA BARNEY STINSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-893993180994672992?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/893993180994672992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=893993180994672992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/893993180994672992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/893993180994672992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-know-i-love-my-religion-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1630103606050158106</id><published>2010-12-06T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:55:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still honestly don't believe Neil Patrick Harris is gay. I mean, LOOK AT HIM! Which part of him screams gay?! Damn, he's one of the fine fine men on earth..ok well, at least his partner's not too bad looking so I'll give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, still can't believe it man. What a waste he hasn't met me yet hahahaha kidding. He's hottttttt and super manly. Maybe one day he'll turn, but he has kids man! What the..oh well, life's full of surprises. Like it, or deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you no matter what Neil Patrick Harris. You are legen-wait for it-dary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-1630103606050158106?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1630103606050158106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1630103606050158106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1630103606050158106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1630103606050158106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-still-honestly-dont-believe-neil.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5342459506834712351</id><published>2010-12-04T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:51:30.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just deleted a post cos if I had posted it, I'd get negative remarks. How do you think I'm feelin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5342459506834712351?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5342459506834712351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5342459506834712351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5342459506834712351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5342459506834712351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-deleted-post-cos-if-i-had-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5346544080447959598</id><published>2010-12-04T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:27:45.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember the days? The days when your whole heart was occupied w love for no one else but your parents? Remember the days when they'd fetch you home from school and you'd walk w them, hand-in-hand, talkin abt what happened in school? Remember the amount of pocket money they gave you when you were still so young? Remember the ice cream they bought for you when the uncle on the motorcycle rang the bell? Remember the lame jokes they made that once made you laugh? Remember the pencil box, bags and pencils they bought and sharpened for you for your first day of school? Remember the long socks they bought for your first day? Remember the sparkly white pair of shoes you owned on the first day of school? Remember who combed your hair before school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the hands that fed you while you were playin w your toys or watchin tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember your first lie? Well, I did, and that was when everything changed. I will never forget it, however lame it is now, for that lie changed everything. Should have never started lying. I badly wish I could rewind back time and change this small part of life that I wished I never did in the first place. It was the start of the end, what more to my parents, the very people who took care of me since when I was still unborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt? No, this is more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5346544080447959598?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5346544080447959598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5346544080447959598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5346544080447959598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5346544080447959598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/12/remember-days-days-when-your-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5094728773999830252</id><published>2010-12-03T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:06:55.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sad isn't it? Being able to have many friends and yet no one seems to wanna chase you when you feel like runnin away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. The definition of it has alr shifted beyond it's definition. A person that you have met ONCE thru a mutual friend and you only talked to once, is not really your friend. I don't know, you tell me. Cos if that's a friend, then woah congratulate me, the whole world might actually be my 'friend'. Not that typical 'I'll be there for you, just give me a ring and I'll be there for you in a flash' anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change. Hahahaha that shitty thing we all have to deal with. If not within ourselves, then w the people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets. Those things that people just don't wanna tell you. It eats you from inside, it rly does. And you just die slowly, thinkin abt it. Esp family secrets, seriously. It might lead you to shittier stuff, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies. The things that people keep feedin you to prove to you that the world is actually a great place to live in. Cool, it's almost equals to fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. The feeling that has been so overused and undermeant. Sad that it's becomin something everyone says just to get attention and words of advice like 'don't be, i'm here for you' kinda bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm pretty much SAD right now becos of all the CHANGE that's gg on, and the SECRETS and LIES tied in w everything else and SADly, FRIENDS don't seem to 'be there' like they'd always promised they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else to add on to the one-word vocab for tonight? Yeah, I didn't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5094728773999830252?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5094728773999830252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5094728773999830252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5094728773999830252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5094728773999830252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-sad-isnt-it-being-able-to-have-many.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5164894480344640398</id><published>2010-10-23T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:57:16.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've always had a problem with my family, i just never thought it'd surface this way, at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know for which reason i should cry about, the fact that i've changed into an emotional bitch in the family, or the fact that my family treats me like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know anything anymore. i'm so sad. i used to look forward to weekends, and now i'm just dreading it, cos i'll have to spend time w them. i don't want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so suffocated w them always wanting to put family as priority. like hello, that's alr a priority to me! if it wasn't, i wouldn't even come home anymore! i just wished they'd understand that i am in need of personal space. hell i don't even have space in my own room, cos i have to share it w 3 other people, at times, 4. i can't even cry in peace for god's sake! i can only cry to sleep, but i'll have red swollen eyes by the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks you know. to be going thru this, alone. no one understands. i'm tired of them boasting abt how i'm in a jc, my brother's got a place in ntu, my sister's in ytss, my eldest working in norton rose and the other a welfare officer. it sucks to paste a goddamn smile on my face like i'm proud of it..if only people knew the reality of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy, this double-standard thing. in fact, it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're selfish! they rly are! they want me for themselves, and they don't see the repercussions of it! i'm alr dying as a public figure, everyone's turning their head away cos i'm not able to hold it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lemme tell you what happened. on second thought, maybe not. if i tell the whole story, firstly i won't be sure where to start. and second, you won't get it! you'll think i'm just over-reacting and you'll just go w the family POV, i'm just an emotional bitch who can't control anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you know what, you're right, they're right! i am, ok. i can't handle this family shit anymore. i want out i want out! i can't do this anymore. i want to be able to live independently. i want to able to have a taste of freedom. i want to live my own life, with ZERO expectations and comments from people who bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg this is the reason why i choose to retain in the first place. i want to show them (the rest) that perfection is NOT possible, not while im in the picture! it's OKAY to fail it's okay if you don't live up to expectations cos you know what? Ultimately, the people that bring you down will eventually leave you, however way is possible, and you only have yourself. whose expectation will you fulfil then? why the hell must to live to other people's expectations of YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt it's hard, but wtf can you do? that's right, nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home has become like hell to me, sadly. i abstain from coming home early becos of this..i've become a social disease, all becos i've joined a jc (pls keep in mind the reason i actually decided to join a goddamn jc in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems, it seems that they can't understand and i'm on this path, alone. seriously, like a grain of sand, my worries are insignificant in the eyes of others. no one will understand this pain im gg thru. to prove my point..wait, what's there to prove? for god's sake, no one knows this blog. i can't tell anyone cos they won't understand. omg god, please, this is an obstacle too hard for me to handle, i just can't do this god, please please please, help me. please please i hate crying everyday, every week. i'm so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change me, since everyone else is perfect and im the rotten apple. please god, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5164894480344640398?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5164894480344640398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5164894480344640398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5164894480344640398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5164894480344640398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-always-had-problem-with-my-family-i.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-651684050370661140</id><published>2010-09-14T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:21:00.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cos in life, ultimately you yourself know you can't depend on anyone but yourself when things around you crumble and fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can or will understand the shit you're gg thru or why the hell you're in this mess. So you gotta be strong yourself and fight for yourself. And fuck what the others gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on with a smile, and trust me, the smile will stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-651684050370661140?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/651684050370661140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=651684050370661140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/651684050370661140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/651684050370661140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/09/cos-in-life-ultimately-you-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3810665832721410779</id><published>2010-09-06T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:12:00.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I lied. I just can't be honest. you scare me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-3810665832721410779?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3810665832721410779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3810665832721410779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3810665832721410779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3810665832721410779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-8866065999853488828</id><published>2010-08-31T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:16:01.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shouldn't have met Amir just now. sighhhhh he just adds to my problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike who he's become. No, wait I hate who he's become :(((( he maki so much. he's so impatient :((( and he's so dependent on cigarettes :(( and he mixes with all the wrong people and he does all the wrong stuff :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why amir? why do this to yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? if there's one thing I regret, it must be the fact that I can't save my friends from the dangers of life :( I'm such a bad friend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhh I want the old Amir back please :(((&lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-8866065999853488828?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8866065999853488828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=8866065999853488828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8866065999853488828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8866065999853488828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/shouldnt-have-met-amir-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-4717787963307951985</id><published>2010-08-29T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:09:01.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired and I feel like giving up. I hate school. I wanna stop school cos I want to focus on religion. gahhhhh I want to give up :(&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/6671429851149276077-4717787963307951985?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4717787963307951985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=4717787963307951985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4717787963307951985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4717787963307951985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-so-tired-and-i-feel-like-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5320244304724080587</id><published>2010-08-29T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:29:25.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sad damn sad but no one cares :(( guess I'll have to disappear again. sigh it's not fun ok. it's hard and downright depressing :&lt;&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/6671429851149276077-5320244304724080587?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5320244304724080587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5320244304724080587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5320244304724080587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5320244304724080587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/sad-damn-sad-but-no-one-cares-guess-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-820807304483429315</id><published>2010-08-29T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:29:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my phone, shut out the people I don't want or need, retreating back into my shell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as easy as I thought it would be. It's scary, I'm all alone, and I'm afraid. I'm not this strong, but I'll learn to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to get what I want, which is to be at ease and to pray, and research on my religion. I don't want to go to school every morning and deal with all the things that adds on to  my sins, and hinders me from finding more abt my religion. Why doesn't anyone seem to understand that we're running out of time? We are all gonna die soon, yet we all don't seem to care. What would it take for people to care about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm concerned. But I'm too young to do anything. Oh Allah, please show mercy upon us, for we are Your slaves, and we are not able to do anything without Your help guidance. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-820807304483429315?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/820807304483429315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=820807304483429315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/820807304483429315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/820807304483429315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/changed-my-phone-shut-out-people-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-7255453825828852416</id><published>2010-08-29T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:08:00.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bingit sia. I wait for you to come home, I stopped studying to heat up your food, accompany you eat and this is what I get. like hello, if my table was clean I wouldn't use your room la sia. then you just shove me out of your room. cb. I cannot take this sia. just when I thought everything at home was gg well, shit had to happen. shit man shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of all people, my brother. shit la. if he didn't do this, I wont be blogging/tweeting abt this. and I would be making efficient use of time and accomplishing alot and I could be sleeping by now but no I haven't done alot so I don't deserve to sleep. cb damn angry sia now. I want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept holidays, imma be at school. watch me.&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/6671429851149276077-7255453825828852416?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7255453825828852416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=7255453825828852416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7255453825828852416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7255453825828852416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/bingit-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3385486894512008169</id><published>2010-08-28T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:25:26.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's cool no one knows this blog, yet. but I feel like I can rant without being scared that the people I know will judge me. kind of feels like freedom. I like this! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ya life's not good. not going as well as I had planned. my feelings everywhere, not cool man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go somewhere where I'll be surrounded by serenity and absolution. haha too much to ask for. Plus, it sucks that by the time I come back, I'll get to know thar no one realized I was gone. Reeeeally sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. that's life. right? but all we can do is smile and try our best to get past it. sigh kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still affected with what my really good friends did. haven't had the balls to reply them. afraid what I've got to say will just be wrong and everything gets even worse. sigh. guess it's better this way? irdk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, I don't think I wanna retain alr! I mean still got that small bit of hope that makes me feel that I can still promote. shall just wait for promos to come and go la ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side of life, my brother's gonna be the imam at mdm, and I'm gonna break fast there! heh. then gg tekka for official break fast with uncle and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so satisfied that I've done my econs essay! heh quality work. hope I can pass this! lol. anyhoo, aft tha, I'll have to start on geo since I've got a test on the 2nd. and maths! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what was scary! is waking up late on a lazy Saturday and thinking it's a Sunday! hahahaha that was the first thing I thought of this morning! hahaha after convincing myself it wasn't, I went back to sleep. nice huh? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'm tired of blogging and I feel like disturbing my brother. wooo ok bye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps I wished I liked you, but I don't hahaha you're so not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh ok byeeee :)&lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-3385486894512008169?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3385486894512008169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3385486894512008169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3385486894512008169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3385486894512008169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-cool-no-one-knows-this-blog-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2461532778603079549</id><published>2010-08-27T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:47:00.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it's up to me &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/6671429851149276077-2461532778603079549?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2461532778603079549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2461532778603079549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2461532778603079549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2461532778603079549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-guess-its-up-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-797227335100621383</id><published>2010-08-27T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:31:01.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even if I was right, you'd make me feel like I was in the wrong. you'll never understand and I can't explain myself. ya I'm always the bad over-reactive one. I think I belong in imh no I'm not joking. I'm so sad you of all people do this to me. you have been doing this for so long and I have been tolerating it for as long as you have been doing this to me. I don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya you apologized but you were laughing! wth how is that considered as an apology? I wanted to trust you but guess you're not the place I can go to. you're not a bitch you're my best friend, but you just don't know the limits. nice. thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-797227335100621383?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/797227335100621383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=797227335100621383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/797227335100621383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/797227335100621383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/even-if-i-was-right-youd-make-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5064183681193165757</id><published>2010-08-04T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:22:22.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am super pissed now. And I can't tweet abt this shit. &lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-5064183681193165757?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5064183681193165757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5064183681193165757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5064183681193165757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5064183681193165757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-super-pissed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2653291919351571772</id><published>2010-08-04T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:14:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of all people, why me? :(&lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-2653291919351571772?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2653291919351571772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2653291919351571772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2653291919351571772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2653291919351571772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/08/of-all-people-why-me.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6776395941348504988</id><published>2010-07-29T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:12:17.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you think it's easy for me? staying awake to complete all my assignments? to catch up and re-read all my lecture notes so I come to school prepared? you think it's easy to stay awake in class after a whole night of mugging? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really wished you understood. But silly me, I never learn. That's what I get for my wishful thinking. Life sucks. &lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-6776395941348504988?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6776395941348504988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6776395941348504988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6776395941348504988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6776395941348504988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-think-its-easy-for-me-staying-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2387714807825659042</id><published>2010-07-27T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:01:00.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so totally sad. I don't know who to talk to..even if I did know who to talk to, I don't have the courage to say anything. Sigh.&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/6671429851149276077-2387714807825659042?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2387714807825659042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2387714807825659042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2387714807825659042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2387714807825659042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-so-totally-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5153079604478765412</id><published>2010-07-26T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:27:19.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am the ugly version of Cinderella. hahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5153079604478765412?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5153079604478765412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5153079604478765412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5153079604478765412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5153079604478765412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-ugly-version-of-cinderella.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6055815481188830542</id><published>2010-07-18T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:38:00.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so bloody pissed at 1028 in the morning. if I can't even do what I want in my own house (READ: house not home) then just kick me out of here! WTF sia. you all wanna control me. you think I what 6 ah? I 16 sia! got two other people to control, you only want to control me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not enough making me suffer with your double standards and high expectations in a fing jc and now you wanna control me wherever I go, what I eat and how I live. good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay home alone to study, you don't allow. I refuse to eat you don't allow. I stay up late to study, YOU ALSO DON'T ALLOW. I wanna go out with my friends, you don't allow. When I don't eat and decide to go and eat with my friends you get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me one thing, WHOSE LIFE IS THIS?! mine or yours, when EVERYTHING I DO IS DECIDED BY YOU? Here's a thought, why don't you make me your..pet? wouldn't it be fun? or make me your puppet! I'll even say what you want me to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever given a thought to how I feel or what I want or what I wanna achieve? tell me, how many times have I disobeyed you? you people are the only reason why I lie, everyday of my life, you people are the only reason why I lie. you think I like lying? don't you think I already know what the consequences are in the afterlife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't you put some trust in this 16 year old? why? why can't you? cos you're scared? but that's life! you've gotta let go sometimes. but noooooo, you're the PERFECT family with the PERFECT image and you wanna keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you've got it worse? compare it to mine. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-6055815481188830542?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6055815481188830542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6055815481188830542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6055815481188830542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6055815481188830542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-so-bloody-pissed-at-1028-in.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3845034631382929891</id><published>2010-07-17T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:19:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First it was Friends (capitalization on purpose) then now, family. Bagos. You know what? Don't buy me food anymore. I'm bloody picky and I'll be able to get money on my own, and I'll buy what I need with my own money. Seriously. Why can't you people just let me be happy for ONE WEEK? It's just a bloody week!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-3845034631382929891?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3845034631382929891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3845034631382929891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3845034631382929891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3845034631382929891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-it-was-friends-capitalization-on.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5492648466686803066</id><published>2010-07-17T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:18:19.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I ate ljs becos of viki and praven. now I feel guilty like crazy :((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5492648466686803066?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5492648466686803066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5492648466686803066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5492648466686803066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5492648466686803066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-ate-ljs-becos-of-viki-and-praven.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1538988690307813743</id><published>2010-07-17T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:27:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@feezaheh HAHAHA, Nice. My sister told me you look very pretty yesterday. and i say to her,you are always pretty! :)&lt;br /&gt;- syirin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@feezaheh u are skinnier! Pretty! http://tweetphoto.com/32969805&lt;br /&gt;-Vanessa chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@feezaheh RT @Rizuan_RW http://twitpic.com/25spj8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB: Remove&lt;br /&gt;Izzat Meisman Hey feeza, kiter together kan? Hahahah! Btw, kau nmpk damn gorgeous td! Serious.. Mcm lose weight seh.. Gerek uhk tadi(semalam) but sadly tk dpt ambik gmbr dgn kau.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Next time have.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB: Rizqina Mahdzar HEY KAK FEEEEEZAAAAA! :P&lt;br /&gt;Hehe glad to see you just now!! And seriously you looked really nice:)&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that you're beautiful, in every single way.&lt;br /&gt;And that you don't have to care of what others say/think about you, 'cause they're just bullshitting:)&lt;br /&gt;Hehe okay dahhh, byeeeeee! Me love you! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB: Muhammad Fahrurrazi haha. you look like you lost weight kak feeezaa! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nichielydie said: omg you're so thin! when I hug you I can't feel anything! come I hug you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial &lt;3 haha said: eh kau dah kurus pe? *looks at rizqina* eh serious die dah lose weight kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all you people. hehehe &lt;3 dah bye! :)&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/6671429851149276077-1538988690307813743?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1538988690307813743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1538988690307813743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1538988690307813743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1538988690307813743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/feezaheh-hahaha-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3186763806541774225</id><published>2010-07-17T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:48:10.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 1235 and I just woke up! so good morning! as promised, yesterday night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah err best night of the year so far, still can't beat thursday night but wtv! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was super duper awesome! met up with old friends and awesome people. like the guys, and danial hafiz and izzat and rizqina, and NICHIELYDIE hahaha and siti!! and juniors and  teachers. and rizuan and aisyah and yihui and SO MANY PEOPLE! hahaha awesome shitzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was eclairs too, which sadly I didn't get to touch. I didn't even drink water. too busy catching up with people. and so many people complimented me!! heheheh k it's not true la, I didn't lose weight and I don't look prettier. lol! hahaha. (IZZAT &amp; RIZQINA EVEN POSTED ON MY WALL!!) hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove all the people who knows everything and tried to make it better. thank you for the hugs and love people &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, Ustaz Hafiz's class afterwards, quite informative, learning abt Isra' and Mi'raj, the night when Rasulullah SAW met Allah SWT. and then, followed by brother's pencak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome seeing mr o look here while I stare at him. hahaha I feel like a stalker! but who cares? he's hot! and on thursday night, heheheheh we were so close!!! hahaha ok hanya Allah sahaja yang tahu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to me? err I'm okay still alive and well, but seriously running out of energy. think I'm entering the stoning part soon. lied to my parents about eating at css dinner when I didn't even touch anything. I'm sorry :( I'll only eat at swensens tmr ok? then, for 3 months, I'm gonna keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, my comeback? hahaha k dah, until next time..chiaozzzzzz!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-3186763806541774225?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3186763806541774225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3186763806541774225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3186763806541774225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3186763806541774225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-1235-and-i-just-woke-up-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-7523149995390758707</id><published>2010-07-17T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:44:00.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wonderful night! just wished I had ran on more better stuff in my stomach. haha, I only ran on mentos + a smallllll scoop of mee goreng today. damn, I feel like dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok blog tmr! :D&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/6671429851149276077-7523149995390758707?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7523149995390758707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=7523149995390758707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7523149995390758707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7523149995390758707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/wonderful-night-just-wished-i-had-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-8225761051646812126</id><published>2010-07-16T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:35:49.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thank you for bringing up my insecurities. Thanks for opening the box that was once closed, but have been opened a million other times before. So now I know what I don't wanna know. Yeah, the feeling is great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-8225761051646812126?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8225761051646812126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=8225761051646812126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8225761051646812126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8225761051646812126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-you-for-bringing-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-7530410800599405585</id><published>2010-07-16T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:09:27.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hahahahahaha life sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-7530410800599405585?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7530410800599405585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=7530410800599405585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7530410800599405585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7530410800599405585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/irony.html' title='the irony'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1606293655362795314</id><published>2010-07-14T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:12:16.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm invisible. Cool. Thanks :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guys, I know I'm fat and ugly, but I don't need to get insulted. It's the same everywhere. My weight just becomes a subject of humiliation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fat, with feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-1606293655362795314?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1606293655362795314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1606293655362795314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1606293655362795314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1606293655362795314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-invisible.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-4933045383510507324</id><published>2010-07-11T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:05:16.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know nobody misses me, and I know when I'm gone, it'll take 3 years for people to actually notice I'm gone. thanks all. so much for 'i'll be there for you' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-4933045383510507324?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4933045383510507324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=4933045383510507324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4933045383510507324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4933045383510507324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-nobody-misses-me-and-i-know-when.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-7054967336591703777</id><published>2010-07-10T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:57:08.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very very super duper pissed. Let's say, you were studying maths, the subject that you have happily been screwing up for idk, THE WHOLE YEAR! Then, you need to PASS this cos if not, you'll just retain. And when you're studying, SOME PEOPLE, call you, REPEATEDLY. no, I'm not talking about phone I'm talking about people IN THE SAME HOUSE, who's got PERFECT LEGS AND BRAINS, but didn't use it and made things INCONVENIENT for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after you asked nicely, why must you ask me, HE SCOLDS YOU! wow! perfect. THANKS FOR RUINING MY STUDY MODE. THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I RETAIN, AT LEAST I HAVE MORE THAN MYSELF TO BLAME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-7054967336591703777?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7054967336591703777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=7054967336591703777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7054967336591703777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7054967336591703777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-very-very-super-duper-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1923939352290110008</id><published>2010-07-09T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:54:25.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, I'll find someone who'll be there for me. one day, I'll find someone who will text me first. one day, I'll find someone who thinks I'm right all the time. one day, I'll find someone who is willing to risk something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll get someone who deserves me. one day, I'll find someone who calls me back when I hang up. one day, I'll find someone who'll send me good morning messages that'll make my morning good. one day I'll find someone who likes me. one day, I'll find someone who sees beyond my jokes, smile and see through my lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll find someone to hold. One day, I'll find someone who makes life more beautiful it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day. Not now. I'm not looking for anything now :)&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/6671429851149276077-1923939352290110008?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1923939352290110008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1923939352290110008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1923939352290110008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1923939352290110008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-day-ill-find-someone-wholl-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3696704012717912596</id><published>2010-07-09T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:03:00.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, someone could've lost his job. Today, someone could've baked her first cake. Today, someone might have picked up smoking, while someone finally decides to quit. Today, someone could have given birth. Today, someone might have grown a little wiser. Today, someone may have had their first kiss. Today, someone could have found themselves a partner. Today, someone could've lost someone they love. Today, someone could've been laughing while someone else was crying. Today brings so much story. Ever wondered what stories tomorrow would give us? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how shitty life gets, you and only you know that life is wonderful. &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/6671429851149276077-3696704012717912596?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3696704012717912596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3696704012717912596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3696704012717912596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3696704012717912596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-someone-couldve-lost-his-job.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6952723125214830905</id><published>2010-07-05T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:22:17.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I've done that I've regretted. But these are the things that make me who I am today. Can't say I wouldn't give anything to change it, but as we all know, time is irreversible. We can't possibly undo something that we've done, and we can't take back the things we've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a chance to re-live my life, I'd like to start poor, not in Singapore. Maybe in Africa, or India. It's not wanting to feel how they feel, but to learn how to adapt to life when life is nothing but trouble. And NOTHING goes my way. Maybe I wouldn't be such a spoilt brat then, maybe I would be a better person that I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need textbooks to teach me how to walk, I don't need textbooks to learn how to get to one place to another and I don't need exams to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret all my past sins. I wish I could re-do my life because of them. I don't know if it's forgiveable, but I know Allah the Almighty forgives and shows compassion for those who believe in Him. If I could converse with Him, I would cry and beg him to let me die and forgive me for all my wrong-doings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't understand, but in life, religion is the only thing that we must focus on. Not studies. No one, but you, can prepare yourself for the Hereafter. I know I've said this at least a million times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save yourselves. Save your families and friends, while we still can. One day, insya-Allah, you'll understand why. And one day, you will all be thankful to be Muslims, and you will feel lucky that you were chosen as the followers of beloved Prophet Muhammad (SAW).  &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/6671429851149276077-6952723125214830905?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6952723125214830905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6952723125214830905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6952723125214830905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6952723125214830905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-so-many-things-that-ive-done.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5694194186266810168</id><published>2010-06-17T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:41:13.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wow! I can now blog from me phone! how's life all? mine's pretty downturning, but who cares? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.3.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5694194186266810168?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5694194186266810168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5694194186266810168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5694194186266810168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5694194186266810168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-i-can-now-blog-from-me-phone-hows.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6075623231886567280</id><published>2010-05-30T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:21:08.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I miss blogging and I'm only blogging now becos I rly have no where else to pour out my feelings without having a word limit. If you think that reading this is a waste of time, then don't read it, and make stupid remarks after it or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list : Brother's absence for the past 3 days. Cried like shit for about 10 times on Friday when he left for Wanosobo. It's somewhere in Indonesia. And thus, I have no place else to rant and manja-manja with. Which ultimately brings us to this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel now is empty. And angry, but mostly empty. Yeah I know I've lost myself, but I guess I have no one to blame but myself. For being pretty silly and making constant wrong decisions all the time. Most of the thing I know, I can't talk to people about it, cos they don't get it. It's really sad when no one has an idea of what you're saying. It's like you might as well shut up becos what you say might be taken upon you and others might not wanna talk to you becos they think you're of a higher standard and just wanna boast around. Which is totally not the case for me. I'm really sad that people would think so lowly of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the family. Who always fail to understand the expectations of leading a JC life. At the start of school, I have tried to tell them that the word holiday is not in my dictionary, and should not be. They don't get it. June holidays starts tmr, but really, I don't even have a holiday. I don't even deserve it! Yet, they push me to agree and go along with them. I didn't have a say, haha, well guess that's life, when you're still young and can't make proper decisions? Can't say that I'm a good decision-maker myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this issue of me not being myself. Time and time again, I get this 'I miss the old Hafizhah, who talks alot...' and the occasional 'it's like you're here but you're not here..'. I think that enough is enough. Though you may not be aware of it, it is because of YOU PEOPLE that I'm in jc. You keep telling me how wonderful it would be if I were to enter jc, and how proud you'd be, and how you'd be able to save a lot of money. I AM FACING THIS SHIT ALONE. thank you for not asking. You keep saying you're around if I need any advice, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU'RE NEVER AROUND!! Even if you were, you couldn't help, you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! I miss brother so much. I wanna cry becos I miss him alot. I really really hope he's safe wherever he is and in whatever he's doing. Tuesday, please come quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I DONT WANNA BE A LAWYER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments like this, I just wanna scream, FUCK THE WORLD. (sorry for the language) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again times like this, I think back to religion. Why is it that I can't handle whatever shit I'm going thru? WHY can't I be patient and look at things from a different point of view and work things out rationally? Gahhhh, I feel like a stupid brainless kid. Haha, the irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. It is not supposed to. I am sad. I'm not supposed to be. Really hoping someone reads this and gives a fuck. Seriously. I am that fucking sad. (You can see that from the language) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hope you people lead a happier life and never have to go thru the shit I am going thru. Have fun with LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-6075623231886567280?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6075623231886567280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6075623231886567280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6075623231886567280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6075623231886567280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3033294589448768357</id><published>2010-05-20T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:46:32.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the feeling of when love just gives you hope, but I hate it, when at the end of the day, your misperceptions of 'love' just deceives you, and leave you so broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of anticipation everytime I see you, but I'm giving up. Because I can't wait for you all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me corny, but these are my down moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: 21 May = my Muslim calender birthday. but I've learnt, my lesson: bitter 16, salty 17, burnt 18. Well, happy birthday to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I've been taught, keep up the smile, no one knows you're broken :D&lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-3033294589448768357?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3033294589448768357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3033294589448768357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3033294589448768357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3033294589448768357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-feeling-of-when-love-just-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-8383751425260104367</id><published>2010-05-20T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:28:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have got no place to rant. Sad is an understatement ):&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/6671429851149276077-8383751425260104367?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8383751425260104367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=8383751425260104367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8383751425260104367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8383751425260104367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-got-no-place-to-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-796683611018991541</id><published>2010-05-15T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:40:43.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I miss Sameer. This is random. Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-796683611018991541?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/796683611018991541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=796683611018991541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/796683611018991541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/796683611018991541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-i-miss-sameer.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5954230435882498411</id><published>2010-05-09T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:36:07.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling slowly</title><content type='html'>I don't know you but I want you all the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount to more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly eyes that know me and I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me and I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough and warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had the choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing along &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5954230435882498411?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5954230435882498411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6359205791788642217</id><published>2010-05-09T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:31:00.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;If you're over me, I'm already over you, &lt;br /&gt;If it's all been done, what is left to do&lt;br /&gt;How can you hang up if the line is dead&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna walk, I'm a step ahead&lt;br /&gt;If you're moving on, I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;If the light is off then it isn't on&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&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/6671429851149276077-6359205791788642217?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1014480832782833690</id><published>2010-05-09T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:54:30.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pictured myself in the future. I'll be a mum..and I'll have a drawer set aside for cards and gifts from others. And it'll be Mothers' Day..and it'll be empty. I'm pretty sad. Ironic how the word pretty sits happily before the word sad.  &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/6671429851149276077-1014480832782833690?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1014480832782833690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1014480832782833690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1014480832782833690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1014480832782833690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-pictured-myself-in-future.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1968908244305332809</id><published>2010-04-05T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:50:20.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardship</title><content type='html'>Hi! I've completed 3 days worth of homework in ONE night! Yeahhhhh! Did it before I went KL on Thursday night. Didn't sleep until 5. I am THAT awesome. Hahaha -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was doing my homework, I realised that things are never as hard as the world paint it to be (chey haha) If we just put in some EXTRA effort, perhaps we might be going a LONG way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehiris peria, Secawan Madu - got this from a Malaysia TV show. Now, I'm not a Malay genius, and I don't know what peria means but I guess what the title suggests is that with a small sacrifice, we'll get somewhere far. But like I've said, tawakkal..THAT will be real progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess you'd understand if I go missing for 2 (max 3) years. It's just 2 years. I, on my part, will work my ass off for my A's. Yeah I might change for abit, but if you know me, you'll know I'll get back to myself pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme two years. I'll be back, for sure. And yeah, there'll be times where I'll whine and I'll cry and the problems with friends and I'll rant it out here, but hey that's the vicious life cycle. So embrace it, enjoy it, make full use of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to blog soon! See ya people. Oh and don't forget to leave a tag! My tagboard's pretty dead ._.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-1968908244305332809?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1968908244305332809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1968908244305332809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1968908244305332809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1968908244305332809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/04/hardship.html' title='Hardship'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-399757301269444965</id><published>2010-04-01T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:46:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should have trusted myself, and be who I was. It's all coming back to me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma useless bitch who doesn't have friends. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-399757301269444965?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/399757301269444965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=399757301269444965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/399757301269444965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/399757301269444965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-should-have-trusted-myself-and-be-who.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1731281350461503865</id><published>2010-03-30T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:18:07.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Gooood morning to you too! I'm in school now, blogging cos I'm kinda free and I have wi-fi \m/ Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellllll, since my previous post has so much thoughts, I don't really now what to say. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, there are alot of problems for me right now, family being the top, yeah, shall try to solve it and HOPE they appreciate my efforts. I mean, it's not that I hate them or anything but sometimes, things happen, and much unwanted misunderstandings occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, let's not go into there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself contradicting sometimes. Preaching what I believe is true but really, not doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best..but it's NEVER as easy as it seems. Take it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted like 3 paragraphs cos it was redundant! I wanna meet Amir Rinniey Iqmall Sameer KC Farhana Atirah Syawal Nadhrah Syafiqah Nadra Ilya Fatin Nadia! Syida and so many more people lahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my kaki gerek alot sia! Meet up soon la ok! 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Haha been busy with school for a pretty long time. Anyhoo, I'm not here to rant about how school has been tough and very challenging, how people are evil and nice, how I've not been able to cope with school. I'm gonna blog abt some reflective points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my concern that I don't know what I am studying for, and why is it that I am wasting time studying. But this question was brought up earlier in my head 'When will it be when I want to study for the sake of seeking knowledge instead of for the future?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we study cos WE HAVE to? Why can't it be becos we WANT to? Before technology was modernised, people have been studying and it wasn't tough for them, and mind you, they didn't have technology. Tey based most of their lives on research and it was not because they were told to or it was a MUST, they did it out of PURE INTEREST OR LOVE OR OUT OF CURIOSITY. I guess what I'm trying to say is that well, perhaps if we had looked at studies in that perspective, we wouldn't feel drained by the end of the lesson. We wouldn't feel miserable that we got into a JC instead of poly. We wouldn't be miserable doing our homeworks. Perhaps, with every newly acquired skill and or knowledge we gain, we feel the magnificence of it all, and we appreciate it for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not our fault that technology has sadly become more advanced, resulting in distractions. Tvs, iPod touch, Facebook, Youtube, handphones, TV Series..and the list goes on. To use them is human, to ignore them would make us cavemen, outdated people. We don't have a choice for this. True, this new era is much tougher but think. Is growing up without parents tough? Is working as a shepherd at such a young tender age difficult? Is it difficult that you are clueless that many people already hate you and people look up to you? Well, that was how our beloved Nabi Muhammad SAW lived his life. He faced all of this and more and he could do it. I've been taught that he was able to do so by TAWAKKAL (Leave it to Allah/surrender to Allah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this might sound like another boring lesson, but it's a learning point. Read it and apply it. The tawakkal chain: Niat (having the right intentions) &gt; effort &gt; patience &gt; doa &gt; TAWAKKAL &gt; redha &gt; syukur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redha: whatever the outcome is, we have to believe that there is hikmat behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Syukur : Be in constant gratitude  towards Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see people, when the ONLY person you depend on is Allah, insya-Allah, everything will go smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my earlier point about studies, I hope you people who come across this blog find this information useful and try to apply it in your life, be it studies or work, everyone can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be patient, believe in Allah, and may you get what's best for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5300529870493241106?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5300529870493241106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5300529870493241106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5300529870493241106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5300529870493241106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-blogging-haha-been-busy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-8144925043298255699</id><published>2010-02-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:00:29.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reflection time. What does that even mean? We just reflect on what we have done, with ideas on how we could improve ourselves? What about the things we have not done? Do we think about it? I doubt so. I admit, I don't, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's true. People are not going to hell. They're running to hell. This is such a sad fact. Like what my brother said, we'll see our beloved ones running to hell, and we badly badly wanna save them, we'll cry our hearts out, but they'll just keep running. Cos they have forgotten what they have come to earth for, why they were here in the first place. I am no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother told me what was expected of me, by attending aurad every Thursday night, and there and then, I realised how terrible I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we humans so attracted to earth? Why are we so inclined to things that are not permanent? Why do we not think of the more perfect better, the best delicacies offered in jannah (heaven)? Why are we not hungry for those kinds of things? Why? Why are we so driven by our desires to succeed on earth that we forget to think about the afterlife? Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a simple question, I guess. It is true that we humans are not perfect but that doesn't mean we can't still aim for perfection. Why do we keep forgetting that the time on earth is limited and is running out? Why are we still not repenting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we make an effort to help those around us? Why can't we help ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has Nabi Muhammad SAW done to deserve this? He has done so much for us, his umat, and yet this is how we show our love to him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been said and done for these thoughts to be penned (blogged) down. I hope I have at least made someone realise that the end is very very near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give YOURSELF a chance. Seek help, try to learn more about Islam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want, you can try to come along every Thursday night with me for aurad and maulid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Ustaz Hafiz said, even when we are tired, we still come cos we want to feel the feeling, of sadness of happiness etc. I've felt it before, and I want the people around me to feel it too. Just once, and if you don't wanna go after that, I'm not gonna force you. Please people, help yourselves, while you still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-8144925043298255699?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8144925043298255699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=8144925043298255699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8144925043298255699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8144925043298255699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflection-time.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-422635951440348459</id><published>2010-02-05T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:19:42.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! I am still trying to bond with my class, and I've got 2 pieces of good news today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneeee, I made a new friend, who shares A LOT (no understatement here) of things in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWOOOOO! WE TALKED!!! hahahaha sound totally pathetic there but it's okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I got alot to say but I need to sleep soon. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I was on the verge of tears, just like every Thursday night. Why, you may wonder? I was overwhelmed with fear of Allah the Almighty. Truly, I have never been more fearful of anyone but HIM. And I could not help but regret being born in this new generation. I thought of wonderful it would be like to meet the last Prophet, Nabi Muhammad SAW. Wouldn't it be easier if we had lived during His time where He would clear our doubts and make us believe in Allah and Islam, more than we ever could? Wouldn't it be great to meet the Beloved Prophet of Allah? I would be truly blessed and lucky to have lived in those times. But well, there's nothing much I can do. I know that someday, my wishful thinking would actually get me somewhere, and at that moment, I will believe in Islam even more stronger than ever before, Insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish to type more but I gotta get some rest. So until the next time, goodbye =)&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/6671429851149276077-422635951440348459?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/422635951440348459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=422635951440348459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/422635951440348459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/422635951440348459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-i-am-still-trying-to-bond-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-48806727067720161</id><published>2010-02-01T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:28:43.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am secretly blogging cos it's a weekday and I'm not supposed to use it but ok you get my point right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K just a few updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I GOT INTO THE SAME CLASS AS VIKI!!! yay happy la aboden. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not over othman ): but got my eye on someone else heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have not been eating, at all. (the canteen sucks) if I keep oit the good work, I'll be saying hello to gastric. Wow. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I want to shit. No input = more output. Weird right? I know. Hahaha. Kk byeeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am thankful to Allah that Viki and I are together and our leader is heh heh heh! hahah kk byeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-48806727067720161?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/48806727067720161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=48806727067720161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/48806727067720161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/48806727067720161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-secretly-blogging-cos-its-weekday.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2344825816537593539</id><published>2010-01-29T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:31:17.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Angry? Helpless. Pathetic. Burdened. Worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those five words are more than enough to make you understand abt the way I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations, the fact that my dad has actually told me how proud he was that I made it to JC and has told me his expectations. That I'm STILL considering going to Integrated events in SP even tho its way past the deadline. The fact that I'm hiding the truth. The fact that I get up earlier than 6 just to get ready for JC. The fact that I am being controlled - again. The fact that I have to forget about baking. The fact that I cannot rest during weekends thanks to Arab class on Saturdays, and religious class on Sundays. The fact that I didn't buy the bag I wanted. The fact that I'm still thinking about secondary 4 and wishing to go back. The fact that I miss so many people and didn't have the chance to go out and catch up with them during the holidays. The fact that Syahidah got un-grounded and I cannot go out with her. The fact that I may not be able to meet up with my friends thanks to JC. The fact that I've changed. The fact that I cannot accept that I have changed. The fact that I am having flu. The fact that everytime I try to watch Glee and Vampire Diaries, I get interrupted and end up NOT watching it. The fact that I'm listening to a song that makes me feel more depressed. The fact that some people don't reply my messages. The deep sense of regret I have for not utilising my holidays wisely. The fact that I'm broke. The fact that I didn't join what I badly wanted to. The fact I didn't volunteer and do the things I wanted to do. The fact that I didn't research and study more about my religion. The fact that I didn't touch the Quran during the holidays. The fact that I didn't exercise like I planned to during the holidays. The fact that I didn't keep to my promises. The fact that my shoe has holes. The fact that I don't really like my subject combinations. The fact that my hair looks different. The fact that it's a Friday and I feel totally shagged. The fact that I didn't participate actively during orientation. The fact that I don't like the people who were nice to me. The fact that my mass dance partner is just....God! The fact that I cannot use the computer on weekdays. The probability that I won't be online much very soon. The fact that school has officially started. The fact that orientation is for one whole freaking week. The feeling that I won't be able to watch pencak next Friday. The fact that my brother's not home. The fact that he is happily living his carefree life. The fact that family time will be less. The fact that I have to wait for 2, maybe even 3 years to get this over with. The fact that I am avoiding people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what sucks? JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, why? Why am I feeling this way? Today was only the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, thank you for messaging me all the way today. Sameer (my "guru") Amir Wai Ling Nhan Hafiz Esyadd Brother. Thank you people. I totally appreciate the concern and the love! hahahah ok i'm getting crazy. i think you know the answer. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn life sucks. Oh fuck! I did not just make that statement. The cycle? Again? Seriously, hafizhah? Shit man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-2344825816537593539?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2344825816537593539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2344825816537593539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2344825816537593539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2344825816537593539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/mood-angry-helpless.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-8075591280099428175</id><published>2010-01-29T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:29:58.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school sucks. I'm not being myself currently. Perhaps it's due to the fact that I have totally forgotten what it's like to try to be friendly and socialise. It came as a surprise for me too, so save your comments for someone who cares. Damn man, I lost my touch. For half the day, I just kept quiet, kept to myself and kept texting Viki, Esyadd, Nhan, Farhana and some other people. I would really like to apologise for irritating. I'm really sorry, but you gotta understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was slightly better, but my image of the people in the school doesn't change. Some people are just so stuck up. If you have that attitude, please wake up and realise you're in YISHUN JC! For God's sake, be stuck up somewhere else, perhaps ANDERSON JC! Fuckers. Sorry for the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana was such an angel, giving me advices and all. Thanks love, definitely deserve Glee :D Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer, I know this is disgusting and as much as I hate admitting this, I do miss arguing with someone smart that understands what I say and can reply something equally smart (if not better) words. One of a kind. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly sign up for twitter on my phone when I came home because without twitter, I guess I was as lost as a black duck (it's not supposed to make sense) Damn, I'm gonna have to miss some things tmr. Eh seriously sia. My mind and body is not really into schooling mode. I'm guessing it'll take a long long time to grow out of it. DAMN! And to add to me worries, there are no hot guys in YJC. Shit. So okay, let me drown in my misery and emoshit like that while you poly people enjoy till April. Sighhhh. Hahaha, k that was bullshit. K got school tmr, until effing 4.30 and it's now 1230 am, better get some sleep or else I'll be rubbing my eyes endlessly tmr, and trying NOT to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. K bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-8075591280099428175?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8075591280099428175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=8075591280099428175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8075591280099428175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8075591280099428175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-484214339027833806</id><published>2010-01-27T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:46:42.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words cannot describe how I feel right now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm happy that I got my first choice (if you still don't know by now, it's Yishun JC) but I just don't feel happy. I think my heart (and brain) really really wants to go Tampines JC, but the only factor that's in the way is the distance. JC, long hours, I can't afford to waste time on travelling. Sigh. What to do? What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have until Friday to decide, right? My heart is literally heavy with doubts. I applied for YJC cos I made a pact with Viki. I really really don't know if I should appeal. My parents are against it, but they have no say cos it's me who's doing the studying, not them. So, at the end of the day, it's all up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never made such a huge decision. I don't want to play with this kind of thing for I know that if I screw this up, I'm simply screwing up my life. This is just so hard. GOD! I know that not many people reads my blog so I guess it's okay to type this freely without much people knowing of this. It would be a total irony if they knew this. Long story, I may just bore you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh. It's very depressing. No amount of chocolates or ice-cream can help me this time. I know this is exaggerating and I swear I don't mean this, but I WANT TO DIE! OMG! Seriouslyyyyyyy! It's killing me that I'm all alone and I'm lost now. Why are we humans NEVER satisfied with what we have?! ERGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in breathes out* Gotta move on.  Gotta live with it. I always have a choice, no matter what. I always have a out. I can choose. I shouldn't feel trapped. I am on the surface, not beneath where I cannot breathe. I am on the surface. I am on the surface. I am safely on the surface. I am SAFELY on the surface. That's not enough, is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-484214339027833806?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/484214339027833806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=484214339027833806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/484214339027833806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/484214339027833806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/words-cannot-describe-how-i-feel-right.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2479374344693145365</id><published>2010-01-26T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:55:04.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love miley cyrus. Hahaha</title><content type='html'>I've got too many things to say and too little time to write an too lazy to type everything from my iPod touch. So just a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Glee is awesome. Been watching it all day but it literally drains by brain, no idea why. But abit suspicious. I think the downloaded ones have some scenes deleted. Hmm, gonna check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vampire Diaries is so cool. One lie after another, another truth uncovered, trust, history, dirty dark secrets, and not to forget, the super hot handsome Damon Salvatore, aka Ian smth, I can't get the name right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yeah, I know I mentioned this before, I cut my hair. And it's just so ugly! It's too short, I've got no more ponytail ): hahaha, gotta live with it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wanna be in an acapella group. Sameer, I know you love reading my blog. Haha, go youtube for acafellas from glee. Go go go! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I GOT A BAKING CONTRACT! Heeeheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 40 days and 40 nights is a great movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm really really REALLY hoping to go on that bloody date @ starbux with my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It's Tuesday and I'M DONE WITH MY HOMEWORK!! HURRAY! HAHA -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. That date tmr might just not happen. My sister's going to the hospital and my life is WASTED! Ask me online :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've got a 1000 more things to say but I'm gonna end by saying I BLOODY HELL WANNA WATCH A MOVIE! Farhana, SAVE UP (: heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K laaaaastly! I wanna say that I miss Viki Syahidah Yihui Sameer KC Terence Praven Iqmall Nadhrah Farhana Atirah Fadillah Syawal Amir Faiz Haziqah Nazry Irni Rinniey Wudong Auzaie Raden Ameera Wailing and others also! And my juniors, sighhhh. Miss too many people. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wanna go off alrd. I'll update you about my sister if I'm in the mood. Goodbye :)&lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-2479374344693145365?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2479374344693145365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2479374344693145365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2479374344693145365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2479374344693145365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-miley-cyrus-hahaha.html' title='I love miley cyrus. Hahaha'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-682470238747548125</id><published>2010-01-24T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:44:33.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people. I was thinking of what to do to pass my time and I suddenly remembered that I actually had a blog. Okay lame whatever. So, I said I would update when I get a new phone. I don't lie (I'm done with it. Chey. Haha) K so say hello to my new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.phoneslimited.co.uk/files/2009/04/w705-red-front-side-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 309px;" src="http://blog.phoneslimited.co.uk/files/2009/04/w705-red-front-side-front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's W705, 4 GB, built in Wi-Fi. And the best part is, it's red + black! My two favourite colours :D I'm happy! Haha, and this phone can shake shake some more. Haha, I am still getting used to this phone because the buttons and functions are abit different from the last so I need to get used to it and stuff. SO NOW PEOPLE! MESSAGE ME! Cos my inbox won't be full all the time! Yay, but I'm kinda sad. I cannot find a way to transfer all my messages from the previous phone. Sigh, messages from Sameer, Iqmall, my birthday messages (haha, okay I know I sound like a loser cos I keep it, but I really really treasure it!) and other stuff. Sighhhhhh. Saaaaaaaad but it's okay. I'll just make them message me the same thing again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err okay. Results on the 27th, maaaaaaaaaaaan! I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Eh lemme tell you about my Thursday to Sunday (read only if you want to know. if not fuck off. hahaha!)  Okaaaaay so on Thursday, I met this really awesome guy, so gonna take it slow. Errr, Friday was boring. Saturday was awesome. My Arab teacher totally pangseh-ed me, but I learnt quite a few things, really useful. And today, I had madrasah. Ok, let me tell you about this classmate of mine. Not gonna say any names, not gonna give much details but just one thing, SHE IS JUST PURE IRRITATING. Haha, so does hafizhah happily live with that and change class? NAHHHHHHHH! I irritate back. Muahaha. And you know what else? MY USTAZ IS GEREK! A really cool dude man. And unlike previous years, I actually learned something. So KUDOS to that! Hahaha, interesting right my Thursday to Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it, it might not be interesting when you read it, but if you were in my shoes, I don't think you'd wanna go into much detail, and in my opinion, I think I said enough. Quite a long post actually, and you have got to appreciate my effort in putting my baby's picture ok. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna end this post with a question. Give back iPod touch? Haha, err ok, I know that's crap but I don't know what else to say or how to end. So, I'M GONNA GO NOWWWWWWW! Goodbye :D&lt;br /&gt;TEXT ME! HAHAHA! Ok, despo. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-682470238747548125?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/682470238747548125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=682470238747548125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/682470238747548125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/682470238747548125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5233174303496102678</id><published>2010-01-22T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:41:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not been blogging because there is NOTHING worth blogging. I've just completed Arab homework. And I've met someone new. More like got my eye on someone. Okay, that's the only interesting that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I made cream puff, brownie, cookies, got angry over some lame thing, cut my hair, started watching Vampire Diaries, Marley &amp;amp; Me and nothing else. I cannot wait for school to start because I would have something to blog about and you people will have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my life officially begins on a Thursday. I get to go out at night until around 12+, Friday likes to play tricks on me, some are ok, and Fridays like today can be a bore. On Saturday, I have lazy mornings and relaxed evenings, before, during and after Arab class. It's not really stressful, but it's fast paced but it's ok, I'm able to catch up. Sundays, I have madrasah and it's just awesome cos there's a number of people that I know! And the teacher is GREAT, if not better than great. And there's not much guys, and more girls so I'm not really shy if I have any questions to ask. Mondays to Wednesdays, I literally waste my life, eating junk food and waking up late, doing nothing, or something useless, either way, I waste my life. So yeah, if you pity me, kindly text me because I am desperate for something interesting to spice up the interest in my life. I crave for something different everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, I am definitely looking for sympathy. Oh well, but humans these days are so heartless. I wouldn't expect anything from anyone. (Saying this cos I am really totally depressed right now. AND THIS IS NOT PMS DAMN IT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'll update once I get a new phone. BB or C903? Sigh. Small little decisions seem to be big right now. I wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-5233174303496102678?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5233174303496102678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5233174303496102678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5233174303496102678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5233174303496102678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-not-been-blogging-because-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-201550247864134279</id><published>2010-01-20T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:19:30.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You of all people. So much for your stupid talks eh. I never thought you would do this. I mean, call me over-sensitive, but why didn't you tell me? It may not be a big deal but I HAVE EARS. I DO WANNA LISTEN! I have to ask?! Like seriously? Ergh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-201550247864134279?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/201550247864134279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=201550247864134279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/201550247864134279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/201550247864134279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-of-all-people.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-790386714584761758</id><published>2010-01-18T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:45:30.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a tumblr. It's kinda leceh, so yeah whatever. Anyway, here's the &lt;a href="http://rainbowcandy.tumblr.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested. If you have, follow me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, great things happening there and TWITTER &lt;3! Hahaha, and found out something new. Haha, k anyways I wanna go off now. Wanna watch Inglorious Basterds or however it's spelled. God, my english is rusty. Gotta go polish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles (I sound like crap, it's temporary)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-790386714584761758?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/790386714584761758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=790386714584761758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/790386714584761758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/790386714584761758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-made-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1765017618456974433</id><published>2010-01-18T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:52:18.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to twitter. It's where I write things I don't want people to know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyways, I'm thinking of writing a story, out of boredom and inspiration. Hahaha. K awesome. It's almost 5, so I'm gonna go shower =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-1765017618456974433?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1765017618456974433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1765017618456974433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1765017618456974433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1765017618456974433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-addicted-to-twitter.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3785803026492554361</id><published>2010-01-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:24:04.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And when opportunity came knocking, I was told not to open it. Was it fair? Who's to judge? I don't get the final say, yet it is my life. Hah, the irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-3785803026492554361?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3785803026492554361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3785803026492554361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3785803026492554361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3785803026492554361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-when-opportunity-came-knocking-i.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6083153186096625546</id><published>2010-01-17T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:13:09.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss and tell'/><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>I feel so muchhhhh better! YAY! Though my voice is still very horrible, I think I'm getting better. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, madrasah wasn't as terrible as I remembered it to be, so another YAY to that! My teacher's is so much better this year, or that's what I hope he is. And the girls are tolerate-able. And today's/the year's first lesson started out smoothly with the teacher asking us to write down a few expectations. I alrd love this teacher! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have apparently grown older and become so much more stupider. Hah, contradicts the statement "As they grow older, they grow wiser" Apparently, you tend to forget, responsibility respect and response is still important. You foolish naive girl. When will you learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went Johor earlier today, after madrasah. Bought some stuff blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKING BROWNIES TMR =))))) YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! AAAAAAAAAAND AFTER SUCH A LONG TIME, I AND VIKI HAD OUR PHONE CALL, haha you know the one where two bestfriends just talk to each other about EVERYTHING and ANYTHING and even though we got disconnected due to UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES (hahahaha) it was still an AWESOME call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still coughing like dog. Hahahha, whateverrrrrrr. I can't wait for school to start man. It's been so long since I wrote something useful. Haha, been awhile since I used my brain. It may be getting rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY PEOPLE! WHO WANTS TUITION?! English, combined science, emaths, amaths? $15 per hour, CONTACT ME! Serious. But don't want to go your house ah. At Sunplaza, Northpoint of Cwp. CALL/MSG ME! FASTER CONTACT FASTER BOOK FASTER STUDY! EFFECTIVE RESULTS. I'll even give you tips. HURRY LA! Hahahaha, I superbly need money. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;K DIAL 1800-I-NEED-TUITION NOW! HAHAHA.Or just use my tagboard la deng =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. K faster faster =.= K BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-6083153186096625546?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6083153186096625546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6083153186096625546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6083153186096625546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6083153186096625546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6778919483666992071</id><published>2010-01-17T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:11:28.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so so sick. Fever not getting better, cough getting worse, flu not going away. And the thing is I have been diligently taking my meds; I even finished my antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, take me to the hospital please.&lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-6778919483666992071?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6778919483666992071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6778919483666992071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6778919483666992071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6778919483666992071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-so-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3048014347056097746</id><published>2010-01-15T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:57:35.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Again For You</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last blogged. Been a little busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I submitted my JAE form like yesterday, at 1 am, which is technically today =.= haha. I am so glad I called Viki, my bestest friend ever. Haha, yeah we kinda made a promise to put YJC as our first choice. So, I did, and I trust that she did. Haha. My aspirations to go AJC were sadly temporary cos some people just prove this peribahasa to me : Bagai kaduk naik junjung. Haha. And yeah before I forget, THANK YOU FARHANA ALI for accompanying me to AJC and listening to my endless complaints :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJC was on Wednesday. Yesterday, I went out with Wai Ling to watch Sherlock Holmes, yeah late but wth. I watched it! Haha. Tickets on me, popcorn &amp;amp; drinks on her. Thanks :) That movie was aweeeeeeeesome, even though a couple of times I was secretly thinking to myself "WTF DID HE JUST SAY?" Hahaha. The movie is like The Mentalist, only thing is that it's more complicated and sooooo British =.= hahaha. but its awesome. 9.5 maaaaan. Feel like watching it again. Anyone wanna go watch it again with me? The doctor/JUDE LAW is handsome. HAHA! K next movie Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks 2? Orrrrrrrrr wait for Toothfairy? Tough decisions ay? Hahaha. K CUT THE CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, ate LJS for 3 consecutive days sia. Wednesday with Farhana, Thursday with Wai Ling, and just now, with Mum &amp;amp; Bro. Too bad sister couldn't make it. It was my treat. Haha, didn't know why I was in the good mood to blanja people. Went LJS after a visit to Yishun Polyclinic. Been effing sick for the whole damn week sia, eat antibiotics also no use. Almost went to the hospital cos at night cannot breathe, cannot sleep. In the morning also like that, so I am deprived of sleep. Hopefully my new medicines will cure me, insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really hope to go YJC with Viki and Fadillah and Idham. Insya-Allah Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SAMEER! 17 is a big number. Hahaha. K grow up ah. Stay hot (don't kembang ah) =.= Haha. And I wish you all the best in whatever you do and wherever you go =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fb laaaaaaaaaaaaaag sia. Tsk. EH! I don't know if I should retake my Emaths and Amaths O Level sia. Hmmmmm. *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;CLASS TMR! MADRASAH SUNDAY! Goshhhhhhh. I dont know how to write my name in Araaaaab. Tsk tsk tsk. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH PEOPLE GO LISTEN TO COME ON GET HIGHER BY MATT NATHANSON! GO GO GO! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like baking brownies and then decorating them with a scoop of ice-cream then give it to someone. I cannot decide which bag to buy! Nike or Adidas. Both like same price! HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;I walked alone&lt;br /&gt;On the beach&lt;br /&gt;Where we always used to go&lt;br /&gt;When we couldn't hook up at home&lt;br /&gt;&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/6671429851149276077-3048014347056097746?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3048014347056097746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3048014347056097746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3048014347056097746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3048014347056097746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-again-for-you.html' title='All Again For You'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-7985740183877987265</id><published>2010-01-13T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:43:05.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Count to ten take it in. This is life before you know you're gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I wish I had done better for Emaths. At least some people wouldn't look down on me. Tsk. Eh screw you people ah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok moving on. I need money. To buy a new handphone, bags, shoes, clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly? Jc? Seems like JC don't want me but I can't seem to find a specific course that I'm interested in in poly. This is hard. It's like being at a crossroads, but everything's there, calling you but there's a huge drain for you to cross over but it's all in your head and you're just too paranoid to cross over the fucking drain to where REALITY lies. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I wanna go back to 2009. Do better and perhaps I wouldn't be in this messy situation. I don't know who to turn to. I mean the only one who can decide is myself and my head is not in the right place now. It's been so long since I had to make such a difficult crucial decision. I want to go back to the time when the hardest decision I had to make was to choose which donut I want. Good God, Allah, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to think straight, be confident about my choices and the LAST thing I need now is for people to comment on the decisions I make for myself. This is so hard. Sigh sigh sigh. I did glue my butt and took a good hard look at the damned JAE booklet and I saw quite a few courses that I was interested in but my heart lies in a JC dammit. Grr. K I think I'm angry. I will go cool down then I'll keep you updated ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya Binaa ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-7985740183877987265?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7985740183877987265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=7985740183877987265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7985740183877987265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7985740183877987265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/count-to-ten-take-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6210067361291208074</id><published>2010-01-12T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:18:14.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally very sick. Flu, and can't breathe. It sucks dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, quick updates. Thank you for all the congrats handshakes hugs &lt;3. I love you people and I am gonna miss all of you. Congrats to those who did well, and to those who didn't do well, don't worry. Opportunities are all around. Look hard enough ok? My advice: If you didn't get you want, and you're disappointed, it's understandable. But always remember, if things don't go your way, don't worry. God has bigger, better plans for you. Be sure of it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CRY LA! OK BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-6210067361291208074?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6210067361291208074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6210067361291208074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6210067361291208074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6210067361291208074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-totally-very-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1634952696950698241</id><published>2010-01-10T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:58:26.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ab</title><content type='html'>Second post for the tonight cos I'm bored. I'm so cold )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyways, I love my class, no actually I love being in a class with ny brother, and I love being the youngest in class. Hahaha, but I hate homework cos my handwriting sucks so next week, the whole world will know. Grrr. Hahha but nvm, can always ask bro to do for me or I copy from him. Hahaha k whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K haiyaa binaa ~ ! Bye x)&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/6671429851149276077-1634952696950698241?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1634952696950698241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1634952696950698241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1634952696950698241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1634952696950698241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/ab.html' title='Ab'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6245115598949347597</id><published>2010-01-10T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:56:42.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot wait for tmr!!! I have my mindet fixed already. I know things will be hard if I don't get what I aimed for but I have prepared myself for the worse though I know tears are inevitable. But whatever it is, BRING IT ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more nervous to meet the people than to take the results. Heheheh. Siao ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I am now blowing my nose cos I am having a terrible horrible horrendous flu ))))): I went to the doctor like TWICE this week and the money wasted was alot ok. I feel bad ): Sorry Mum &amp;amp; Dad. I feel so freaking bad now, I feel like going to the hospital and while waiting, I will cry. So weak. How to survive tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up with a massive headache, thanks to the night(day)mare that scared the shit outta me, and made me cry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Esyadd is chatting with me and making me laugh alone, while others are probably wondering : WHY THE HELL IS SHE LAUGHING ALONE?!?! HAHAHA! Wth, IDC OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I got $400 today &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;3 anddddddd! nothing else actually. HAHA ok dah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-6245115598949347597?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6245115598949347597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6245115598949347597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6245115598949347597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6245115598949347597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cannot-wait-for-tmr-i-have-my-mindet.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-7623856662631162410</id><published>2010-01-09T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:21:17.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. It's been so long since I last blogged. Haha. It's cos I actually had something interesting to do that was done over a long period of time, and thus resulting in me being tired and no time for blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at school, helping out with the sec 1 camp for 3 days, Wednesday to Friday. Camp was BORING! The worst one really, cos I didn't lose my voice, which means I didn't shout a lot, which means I didn't have fun, which brings me to my earlier point which is the camp was BORING! I wonder who's to blame. The drop of water? Ya, most probably him cos I still hate him. Which campfire ends at 9????? Super pissed cos last year even though we exceeded by half an hour, and ended at 10, we had superb fun. I'm lazy to elaborate more cos it's just a waste of space to write, and a waste of time for you to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the best part of the camp was being in school. God, how I miss the environment there. Looking at the familiar faces made me a little nostalgic. And what was even greater was that I got to meet the people in my cohort. Those who have successfully made it to sec 5, and to my surprise, close friends who actually came back. Like coincidence like that. Haha. K so, I saw (and talked) to friends like Praven, Sameer, KC, Iqmall, Amir, Auzaie!, Faizal, Atikah. Awesome, even though we are gonna meet on Monday. It feels so great to meet them! Ok, let's not get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still overwhelmed with tireness, my body's still aching AND I've got to go for my first lesson today. Grrr. 5 to 7! Adoiiiii penat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people STOP TALKING ABOUT MONDAY! I get it already. &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/6671429851149276077-7623856662631162410?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7623856662631162410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=7623856662631162410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7623856662631162410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7623856662631162410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-4106885984418951751</id><published>2010-01-04T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:20:08.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Always like that. Anyone wanna go out today? I think I've had enough of cooking and staying at home for now. Current mood: SUPER PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-4106885984418951751?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4106885984418951751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=4106885984418951751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4106885984418951751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4106885984418951751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/always-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6604099828070857401</id><published>2010-01-02T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:54:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling angry and upset at the same bloody time. I wanna go out la cb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse was when I went to the kichen, my heart sank. My mum cooked something that I do not eat. Thanks, Mum. And maybe she knows I wasn't in a good mood. So she asked me if I wanna bake apple crumble. Yeah I do, but I'm currently pissed like hell, and the mood went away. Grrrrr. Maybe this is PMS, but I wouldn't know. I officially hate Saturdays. I officially hate my life on Saturdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I wanna get married. It adds up now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-6604099828070857401?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6604099828070857401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6604099828070857401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6604099828070857401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6604099828070857401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-woke-up-feeling-angry-and-upset-at.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-313734573463853687</id><published>2010-01-01T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:57:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAIT! I don't get it! At the start of last year, IF I recall properly, people say "i hope this year will be great, happy 2009" and bullshit like that. Sad how it screwed everyone, to the extent that they damned 2009, for personal reasons maybe, or was it just a figure of speech? People are so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new? This year, happy 2010, and the ending? Haah, only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of God, I've been having a little signs here and there, and it's got me thinking. No need to elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst, anyone wanna follow me go there on Thursday nights? I'll let you try once, if you don't wanna go after that, I can't say I haven't tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-313734573463853687?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/313734573463853687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=313734573463853687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/313734573463853687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/313734573463853687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/wait-i-dont-get-it-at-start-of-last.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6658363721897393838</id><published>2010-01-01T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:07:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frustrated would be an understatement to describe how I am feeling right now. I wanna go out! Somewhere, anywhere! Erghhhhh. WHY! WHY does my family dislike going out so much?!!?!? Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is absurd. There's no food! I wanna eat at ljs. I wanna bake. Ergh. I wanna do something interesting. I wanna get married. Ergh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-6658363721897393838?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6658363721897393838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6658363721897393838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6658363721897393838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6658363721897393838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/frustrated-would-be-understatement-to.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1683329780222459652</id><published>2010-01-01T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:20:11.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW! My whole entire long post gone, like the wind. Ahhhhh wtf. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year? No big deal to me. It's just another day people, just another day. Another day closer to death, another day closer to our results, another day closer to getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how people keep making resolutions at the start of the year and forget to assess them at the end of the year. So, having learnt my lesson, I shall not make any new year resolutions. I am going to live by the day. It's hard, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch more movies today. Goodbye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-1683329780222459652?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1683329780222459652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1683329780222459652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1683329780222459652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1683329780222459652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-my-whole-entire-long-post-gone-like.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-7338971381580110405</id><published>2009-12-30T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:22:36.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very tired now. Just finished baking, time check? 2320 hours. Let's hope I can sleep tonight. Tell you about my day tmr. Gonna finish messaging Amir, then sleep. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-7338971381580110405?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7338971381580110405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=7338971381580110405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7338971381580110405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7338971381580110405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-very-tired-now.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-4208918267451842878</id><published>2009-12-30T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:13:10.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very angry. Why would you want to take credit for what other people do? Why would you want to take responsibility for something we all know you wouldn't be capable of? It's unfair to the rest you know. It pisses me off really. No, it is not jealousy. Just stating the ugly truth that you very well know you cannot handle. If you cannot take responsibility, don't you know that it is us, the people around you, who carries the burden? Ergh, please la! Can you be a little considerate? I won't hate you, I just pray that you see how it affects us. Everything about you is near to perfect, but you lack only one aspect. Just that little hole to make you complete, yet you wouldn't want to fill it, knowing you won't lose anything, but gain something? Something worth your entire life? I wish I had the courage to say this to you? But whatever inside you is too overwhelming, and I know what I say here won't help, becos you will try to fight back. Sigh, I guess I'll have to let it be, like always?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-4208918267451842878?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4208918267451842878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=4208918267451842878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4208918267451842878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4208918267451842878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-very-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1338841333924954723</id><published>2009-12-29T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:25:59.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow no internet. Tomorrow going out.&lt;br /&gt;Anything message lor.&lt;br /&gt;If bored also msg, cos I'll be more than happy to reply and entertain you ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok goodbye x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-1338841333924954723?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1338841333924954723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1338841333924954723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1338841333924954723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1338841333924954723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-no-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-4152825558549857232</id><published>2009-12-29T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:22:42.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a rough night last night. Feels so weird sleeping without watching at least one movie. I decided to take a healthy nap =.= And it was so hard! I couldn't sleep until 1 am. Wasted efforts. Plus, my flu clearly didn't show me any mercy and I had to wake up to breathe easy. Very very bad night. Tonight how? I also don't know. I wanna go JB!! Haha, don't ask me why, I don't intend to tell you anything also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ryan Reynolds. Too bad he's married, to Scarlett Johansson. Wow right? Haha, I'm slow when it comes to this. Whatever. I also like Tad Hilgenbrink! He's also known as Matt Stiffler, from American Pie 4: Band Camp. Ok maybe I change my mind. I love A Walk to Remember. Cried actually. And at this point, I would like to add that I don't cry when watching movies. So, that's the first. Hahaha. Eh big deal for me ok. So romantic, but sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok moving on. I wish to have my own fairytale. I know it's bullshit. But hey, no harm in believing. Haha. So unlike me to like fairytale story ah. Haha, well people change. Now I understand why change is good. If you don't, wait for it. Surely one day you'll understand why I said so. Ok, enough of my failed philosophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money coming in ^^ heheheheh, can go shopping! AND! Nothing beats online shopping. Haha, addicted to ebay. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS TO SAYYYYYY! But now I'm kinda in a rush. Sad ar people? Haha. Ok, will be back. Don't worry. Haha. Kkay goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-4152825558549857232?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4152825558549857232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=4152825558549857232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4152825558549857232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4152825558549857232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-rough-night-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3474851448521770907</id><published>2009-12-29T14:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:55:12.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countless of times, questions like, who am I? what is the purpose of my life? What is the reality of life and death? What is the secret of a man's success and failure? etc, will lurk in everyone's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to these questions is that the present world is the testing ground and whatever man has been endowed with in his pre-death period is all part of the test. The Hereafter is the place where the result of the test will be taken into account by the Almighty and whatever man receives in the life after death, by way of reward or punishment, will be commensurate (equal) with his deeds in this world. The secret of man's success in this life is to understand God's creation plan and map out his life accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Holy Quran, translated by Abdullah Yusuf Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found something useful to study and research on. The Quran. The book of wisdom. I am going to consolidate all the facts and write it down on a book. It is for my understanding, and I do plan to share it with many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is a brand new day! Haha. I am going to school with Farhanaaaa! Then going to SSC. Gonna get money todayyyyyyyy! Goodbye x)))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-3474851448521770907?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3474851448521770907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3474851448521770907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3474851448521770907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3474851448521770907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/countless-of-times-questions-like-who.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-8315965751187513367</id><published>2009-12-28T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:45:32.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr. The post I made disappeared. Nehmind. Next time I update. Now I just wanna finish watching A Walk to Remember while messaging my great awesome buddy Amir! Haha k chiaozzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-8315965751187513367?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8315965751187513367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=8315965751187513367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8315965751187513367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/8315965751187513367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2034924841211043378</id><published>2009-12-28T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:48:56.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You had me at hello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't fly me away, don't need to buy a diamond key to unlock my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo. I hate being nagged at. HATE it. I mean give me some space can? I know what to do la. Ergh. Internet connection is  pissing me off also. Patience patience. I am very very angry now. Very x(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-2034924841211043378?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2034924841211043378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2034924841211043378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2034924841211043378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2034924841211043378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-fly-me-away-dont-need-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-7865305731254880260</id><published>2009-12-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:57:01.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesomely boring day. Wei Amir, bila mau reply msg orang har har har? Singapore Idol sucks la. I don't support local talent, that explains everything right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh faster reply la Amirrrrrrrre! I got many many things to tell you, ok I'm exaggerating only. Haha. Faster la. Nanti orang nak tido baru nak reply. Pshhhh. &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/6671429851149276077-7865305731254880260?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7865305731254880260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=7865305731254880260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7865305731254880260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/7865305731254880260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/awesomely-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6784507020963627401</id><published>2009-12-27T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:56:34.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could feel a hot one taking me down&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I could feel the force&lt;br /&gt;Veiny to the point of tears&lt;br /&gt;And you were holding on to the point,&lt;br /&gt;What's the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-6784507020963627401?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6784507020963627401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6784507020963627401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6784507020963627401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6784507020963627401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-could-feel-hot-one-taking-me-down-for.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-6248076490705255244</id><published>2009-12-26T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:52:46.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(   :(   :(   :(  :(  :(   :(   :( &lt;br /&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/6671429851149276077-6248076490705255244?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6248076490705255244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=6248076490705255244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6248076490705255244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/6248076490705255244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-57390223961189624</id><published>2009-12-26T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:22:02.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. If you have Starhub cable tv, GOT ALL CHANNELS, those you didn't subscribe. Awesome!!!!!! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an awesome day. Managed to play with babies. Hopefully, we're gonna have another :D The whole day of messaging Amir has caused my inbox to be somewhat full and an almost dead handphone. Anddddd! I totally regret going home cos Phayiz came and I missed him ): Next time next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gonna watch tv! Goodbye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-57390223961189624?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/57390223961189624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=57390223961189624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/57390223961189624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/57390223961189624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg_26.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-5573144508649171081</id><published>2009-12-26T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:15:29.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sitting on the couch eating chocolates. My cousin's wedding is still ongoing but some of us came home to pray. So far the wedding is not as bad as I expected it to be. However I am angry about one matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, for this whole week, I woke up early in the morning, sacrificing my sleep time to bake the cakes for the wedding. My sister, who only did the icing for the wedding cake got all the recognition. My sister, that lazy ass who just did the icing got ALL the recognition, while I, the underdog didn't get any, sadly. It's so effing unfair la walao. Talk cock sia she. Without cake, you want to do the icing at where? Up your ass ah? Nb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Have to settle this later. Gtg now. Gonna go back to tge wedding soon. Need to siap all. Leceh.&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/6671429851149276077-5573144508649171081?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5573144508649171081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=5573144508649171081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5573144508649171081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/5573144508649171081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-sitting-on-couch-eating-chocolates.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-2470972271626202826</id><published>2009-12-25T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:50:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am totally not looking forward to tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie to watch tonight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-2470972271626202826?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2470972271626202826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=2470972271626202826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2470972271626202826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/2470972271626202826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-totally-not-looking-forward-to-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-3147984068139038963</id><published>2009-12-25T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:50:29.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Losing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One two fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be like you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok hello! I'm currently sick and bored, and lonely. Had fever and flu, plus a terrible sore throat. But I'm getting better, I think. Mum and my two sisters aren't home. Just left me, brother, dad and little sister. Watching American Pie 6, Beta House. Here's what I think. The first three American Pie are hilarious. The fourth is kinda crap, but I love the last part. And the 5th and 6th is just soooooooo over-rated. Seriously. The first 3 are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched The Proposal and some other funny romantic movies and I feel like falling in love. Hahaha. Bullshit. Of cos not. Money's coming in soon. And also, coming up soon, I'm gonna make APPLE CRUMBLE! God, I wonder who remembers that we actually made that in Sec 2? Haha. I'm gonna make me some apple crumble. If it's nice, I'll be sure to share. I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my cousin's wedding, something I totally dread. I hate weddings, just have a thing against them. Kecoh, but nothing to do. I really really really hope Farhana &amp;amp; Atirah can make it. At least I have some people to talk to. Anyhoo, I think I may be going for some poly open house. Anyone wanna come? I don't wanna go along :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say. Ok bye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-3147984068139038963?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3147984068139038963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=3147984068139038963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3147984068139038963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/3147984068139038963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/art-of-losing.html' title='The Art of Losing'/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-1741304794782651063</id><published>2009-12-25T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:11:16.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>American Pie is just freaking awesome. Been watching it these past few days out of pure boredom. Just finished watching the 4th one. Gonna watch The Proposal before going on to the 5th and 6th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm thinking about being a lawyer. My sister, who's a secretary in a lawyer firm jut gave me this book about law in Singapore. Seriously, I'm thinking of taking it up. But in the long run, perhaps I'd be too tired of the job? There's too many risks, and besides, I'm doubting myself. What if I cannot abide the rules? A lawyer has a huge ego, and they'd do anything, ANYTHING to win the case, even if it means getting involved in dirty deals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out. I need to know what I wanna be. Being a teacher/reporter is not bad as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this other option of being a psychologist. Hmm. Many things to be thought through seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671429851149276077-1741304794782651063?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1741304794782651063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=1741304794782651063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1741304794782651063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/1741304794782651063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/american-pie-is-just-freaking-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671429851149276077.post-4188543442588793900</id><published>2009-12-24T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:56:21.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sick. Flu fever cough. It's a package. Haiyo. I want mushroom soup. &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/6671429851149276077-4188543442588793900?l=whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4188543442588793900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671429851149276077&amp;postID=4188543442588793900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4188543442588793900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671429851149276077/posts/default/4188543442588793900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenmelancholycreeps.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>feezapunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203499788778176686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
