<?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-2574851822137175748</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:02:16.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silentmovie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574851822137175748.post-5747201998136601118</id><published>2007-11-09T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:40:34.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least..</title><content type='html'>Hello, it's been a long time since i've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a recap on what's been going on. School's tougher now this semester. That's for sure.  Anyway, today's a pretty lost day for me. Had to look for stuffs to do haha. Went to the grandstand for about two hours plus, then headed to the library, picked up books and gave up reading after the 6th page or so because nothing seem to be going in.. Oh well. Came home, tried to sleep but failed haha. So my sister came back from studying and yeah we went to the playground downstairs. It was pretty alright. I needed some fresh air and company's good too. :D Even though she studied and i just stoned and listen to music, singing them aloud and watching the kids play. The kids are cute. Except for two of them, acting like they own the playground. But i sat on planks that could move and well, kinda like a mini swing so that'll do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how stable you are on the ground, when you close your eyes it's a different story. Everything's unstable, everything's dark and insecure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-5747201998136601118?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5747201998136601118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=5747201998136601118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5747201998136601118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5747201998136601118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-least.html' title='At least..'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-2908902816078798648</id><published>2007-10-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:30:50.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr.</title><content type='html'>Life's funny. Life's irritating. Life makes a fool out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's just not really a very good day for me. Gastric in the morning, extreme tiredness in the afternoon and stares in the evening. People should stop thinking so highly of themselves and trying to make a fool of others. And yet, some should become less sensitive. Some like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a very unpleasant feeling or thought that you're currently thinking about and then suddenly it just disappears and you know that something's bad, bothering you but you just forgot about it all of a sudden and instead of trying to find out what it was you leave it. Because you know it'll bug you if you continue to think of it, because it is that unpleasant. I think i've had that a couple of times now. Sometimes, i find the unpleasant thought and sometimes i try so hard not to recall what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke. 0 dollars left in my little wallet. Think i gotta cut down on the green tea. But my stomach's not doing any good really. I can still feel the gastric juices in my tummy. Very extremely uncomfortable. Yeah, i really hope tmr'll be a better day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus you dumbass. Focus on your nursing, focus on your job, just two more days and it'll be done. I'm not sure if i'll be glad or sad. Glad in a way i'll finally get a break. Glad in a way i'll be seeing P10 soon. Sad in a way i'll have to deal with the start of attachment all over again the next time, getting use to everything and then ending the damn thing once more again. Sad in a way that i'll miss my patients, that i'll miss the staff and sometimes the CI as well. Sad in a way that i won't be able to collect green tea's receipt from cheers. And sad in a way, i simply don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-2908902816078798648?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2908902816078798648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=2908902816078798648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2908902816078798648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2908902816078798648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/10/rawr.html' title='Rawr.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-1746621608594350201</id><published>2007-09-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:47:09.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons.</title><content type='html'>Starting attachment, facing death and pain of our patients, what they go through really shows a new side of life. That life doesn't rotate around you, that life doesn't rotate around relationships, that life doesn't rotate around studies. That others suffer too, that others are suffering more than you, and the worst hurt you've ever felt can never compare to what they're going through. That what ever little conflict we've gone through, might have been a major thing then, but now it'll seem so small, minor. It's also making us stronger in a way. Stronger emotionally, psychologically and stronger physically as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really more to life than what you think it's all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-1746621608594350201?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1746621608594350201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=1746621608594350201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/1746621608594350201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/1746621608594350201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/09/lessons.html' title='Lessons.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-2050514103905602175</id><published>2007-09-23T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:10:29.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredness</title><content type='html'>I am tired. Yeah, it's been a very long and busy week i hardly have time to come online to have a real good chat. I'll either be away, (like seriously away) watching tv and stuffs or i'll be sleeping. Yeah sleeping, trust me it is extremely tiring to be on your feet for 8 hours. Guess i had a good rest today and stuffs. And yeah, i do indeed love nursing. Anyway, that leaves two weeks more and attachment will be done. Have a very strong feeling seniorstaffnurse'll shoot me with questions on monday since wl and ant already got shot. So wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my aunt's 50th birthday today and boyyy i had a great time. Saw ivan, lucas and crystal like.. finally! :) It's been ages and i miss them like totally. Tons. Hundreds. Millions. Went to the playground and hogged the swings, chatted about some stuffs here and there and screamed here and there as well. Yeah, swings. Loves. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's coming so soon. Monday's coming so soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-2050514103905602175?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2050514103905602175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=2050514103905602175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2050514103905602175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2050514103905602175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/09/tiredness.html' title='tiredness'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-5414751480737207744</id><published>2007-09-03T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:53:35.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SecondDAY</title><content type='html'>Putting yourself in someone's shoes and experiencing what he or she is going through is very different. No matter how hard you try to understand, you're still an onlooker, and you can't go through what he or she's facing unless you yourself is going through or have gone through the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's work today again haha. Yup this time pretty slack and ten minutes felt like an hour. But a day has gone by and that's probably all that matters now. Kill time. Bang bang. But overall, all the craziness got me rather worn out by three. We played hangman and watching a tom and jerry clip hehe. But yup, went bugis with bing and daryl after that to get shoeeeees to design them haha! :) Bought two, one for me one for my sister. Got jellybeans for bdae from daryl yay! Munch munch munch. Went to look at clothes a little while then accompanied bing to BK. Headed to popular to get crossword puzzles to kill time tmr at work haha. Like honestly, i think everyone who wanna sign up would have already signed up and practically everyone have a piece or the pink paper thing. So.. Don't think we can do much. Well today already kinda proved it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, next week's gonna be a fun week. Probably badmintoning, designing shoes, shopping and stuffs like that. The last week to enjoy before the three weeks attachment which hopefully will kill time even faster. :) Am feeling rather missing-ish again. Well i always do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the day then goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-5414751480737207744?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5414751480737207744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=5414751480737207744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5414751480737207744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5414751480737207744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/09/secondday.html' title='SecondDAY'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-743744950740144201</id><published>2007-09-02T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:56:01.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The enchanted frog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nce upon a time there was a king who had a beautiful daughter. She was so wonderful that the sun almost stood still to look at her as it passed over the royal palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Near the palace was an old forest and in the forest was a deep, dark well. When the day was hot, the little princess would run into the woods, sit beside the cool well, and play for hours with her golden ball. One day as she played, the ball rolled down, down, into the deep well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Oh, oh, my beautiful ball! My beautiful ball!" cried the princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"What is the matter, dear princess?" said a voice from the well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The girl looked into the water, but she could see no one. Then the voice called again, "Tell me, princess, I will help you." This time she saw an ugly frog stretch its head above the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Why should I tell you, old frog?" asked the princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Because I can help the king's daughter," answered the frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again the princess burst into tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"My beautiful ball has fallen into the well," she cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Do not weep, beautiful one," said the frog. "I can get your ball, but what will you give me if I bring your toy back to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"What do you want," said the princess, "my dresses, my jewels, or my golden crown?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Dresses, jewels, and golden crowns I do not need," said the frog. "Let me be your playmate, sit at your table, eat from your golden plate, and drink from your golden cup, and I will find your beautiful ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I will do all that," she cried, "if you will only get my ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a flash the frog dived under the water and brought up the lost toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Oh, my beautiful ball! My beautiful ball!" cried the princess. "I will hold you fast this time." And off she ran without a word of thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Stop, stop!" shouted the frog. "Take me with you. I cannot hop as fast as you can run." But on ran the princess and the poor frog had to leap back into the well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day the king's daughter was sitting at the table with her father. Suddenly they heard sounds as if something were coming up the marble steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Open the door, daughter of the king!" shouted a voice outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The princess ran to the door. There stood the ugly frog. When she saw it she shut the door quickly and ran to her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"What is the matter, my child?" asked the king. "Did you see a giant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Oh, no!" she answered. "It is an ugly frog. Yesterday my golden ball fell into the well. The frog brought it back to me. But first I promised that he should be my playmate, sit at my table, eat from my golden plate, and drink from my golden cup."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"A king's daughter never tells a lie," said her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just then they heard the deep, hoarse voice again. It said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"King's daughter,&lt;br /&gt;King's daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Do not forget&lt;br /&gt;the promise made&lt;br /&gt;in the forest shade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then the king said, "Let the frog in, daughter. Your promise must be kept."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The princess opened the door and the frog hopped right up to her chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Take me up, take me up!" cried the frog. "I must eat from our golden plate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The princess did not like to touch it, so she lifted the frog with her napkin and placed it near her plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The frog seemed to enjoy the dinner but the poor princess could not eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I must drink from your cup, I must drink from your cup," cried the hoarse voice again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the princess lifted her golden cup, her hand touched the frog and it was changed instantly to a handsome boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It was an enchanted frog," they all cried in wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"You speak truly," said the boy, "I was an enchanted frog. Nine years ago an evil witch changed me into a frog. She said that nothing but the touch of a king's daughter could make me myself again. I am a prince and I wish to be your daughter's playmate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The king was pleased to hear this, and the prince became the playmate and friend of the princess. When they were older the king allowed his daughter to marry the prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then the princess took his bride to his father's kingdom. Their golden chariot was drawn by ten white horses, with golden harness and silver plumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The prince helped his old father rule the kingdom wisely and the people loved the prince dearly. But best of all they loved the beautiful princess who had learned to be kind and gentle to all living things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-743744950740144201?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/743744950740144201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=743744950740144201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/743744950740144201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/743744950740144201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/09/enchanted-frog_02.html' title='The enchanted frog.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-3795299979517521107</id><published>2007-09-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:37:12.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>So what concludes a change? How can you tell if someone has changed or not? If you do something bad, something wrong that you're not known for and someone says.. that's just so not you. Will you wonder what's you then? Or will you just shoot it back and say that they don't know you well enough. Or will you just shrug it off thinking nothing much happened and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it really, i so do not like days when i just think of such stuffs. And then there are times whereby someone's obviously facing a difficult time and you don't really know what to say afraid of saying the wrong things. And if you know that he or she's really thinking the wrong way and stuffs, you can't really tell them anything cause you'll probably make him or her worse isn't it? And then there are times where you start listing and speaking about your views and afraid that it'll come out as a nag. And of course times where you find no words except a single 'cheer up' or 'chill' and stuffs like that which you really mean it, but you wonder if it really gets through the other person or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so enough of that. It's probably a repetition of what i've said before. Or perhaps it was all in my head. Anyway, i'm 17. Hurray and not so hurray. Makes me a year older, going further away from teenage and closer to adulthood. Got a hp pouch from my sis :D Which is really nice. Hehe. It's mickey mouseee. :D Went to a chinese restaurant and dad concluded that it's the best chinese food he'd ever eaten. Yeah it was yummy and worth the money. Haha. Went to walk walk around and didnt really see much. Sis bought a pair of shoes and we headed home. Nothing much done. But yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-3795299979517521107?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3795299979517521107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=3795299979517521107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/3795299979517521107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/3795299979517521107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/09/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-698900279667219110</id><published>2007-08-30T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:57:47.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busybumblebee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today's pretty busy and yay! I'm occupied haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So started off with..  the morning dental appointment where i had to get my retainers and omg it's  probably the worse part of having braces or rather straightening my teeth. The  dentist told me to wear it for like 2 years and the subsequantly only the nights  then i'll have to wear the retainers. I think i'll probably wear for a few weeks  before i start the night thing. I can't go to work with retainers! I won't be  able to speak clearly and what not. :( But good news is i think i'm getting more  or less used to it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup then i met wb at the JE's mrt station and she  kept laughing and giggling over my pronounciation of 's' and 'c's when i had my  retainers on. Lol. Then we had burger king suspected of having mouldy bread  sometimes but ah well it was raffles place. EVERYONE was walking damn fast. Like  some New York town where everything's fast-paced. And yeah we struggled to avoid  being knocked and bumped into haha. Crapped over lunch and shove onion rings and  fries to each other. We're probably the only two missing school. Daryl doesnt.  Rawr! Yeah i think we've both lost it anyway. Probably a long time ago  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met the others which is wb's fencing mates and daryl (who  was slightly late tsk!) and headed to NTUC building. Listen to the person  telling us about the stuffs we gotta know and boyyy does she remind me of our  MIC teacher. Totally man. So yeah, got our shirts, BRIGHT YELLOW/ORANGEY and  then we called it a day. Walked to the bus stop with wb and daryl and bused 162  all the way to far east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met sunny and lala :D and they were shopping for  clothes and stuffs. Thought of going for a movie but all were booked lol. Not a  good day for movie-ing i suppose. Had sushi tei, crapped and talked about sec  skl days and rumours lol. The ice balls nearly froze my tongue. But dinner was  good. Hehe. Then headed over to a cafe which is rather cool since it's a shop  that sells clothes, bags and what not and have a cafe as well. Ordered a slice  of cake and i had a candle! :) Wished, blew the candle, shared the cake which  was pretty good. Crapped a whole lot of jokes we've heard and laughed our ass  off. Omg i so love the gorilla joke HEHE. :D Bused home and didnt really get  scolded so hurray! Enjoyed the day. Too bad ting and shi li can't join us. :( But oh well there's always next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankies for everything haha.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tmr work tmr! WORK TMR WORK TMR! :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy advanced  teacher's day. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-698900279667219110?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/698900279667219110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=698900279667219110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/698900279667219110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/698900279667219110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/08/busybumblebee.html' title='Busybumblebee.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-6750174705164488467</id><published>2007-08-07T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:18:24.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so tired.</title><content type='html'>I think i've lost every drip of energy. I'm just so so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss alot of people. Alot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a real break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-6750174705164488467?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6750174705164488467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=6750174705164488467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/6750174705164488467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/6750174705164488467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-so-tired.html' title='Oh so tired.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-8717341421775299990</id><published>2007-07-21T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T08:31:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>I honestly wonder how many more troubles can come bombarding towards me. Great. Just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-8717341421775299990?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8717341421775299990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=8717341421775299990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8717341421775299990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8717341421775299990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/07/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-1648611597243871847</id><published>2007-07-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:19:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha.</title><content type='html'>Haha so i havent been blogging much. But yeah these few weeks been preeety low. But oh well, it's a passing phase i hope. Went for mentoring and ten tons today. Never felt this tired in awhile man. I nearly slept on the bus, church everywhere!! Wanted to get a little rest before heading to church but had to do a little something for the proj. Yep, next few weeks i'll have a project marathon thing. Hope i can contribute more cause i feel so damn bloody useless sometimes. Rawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss badminton man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to post con tmr then heading to school to watch the guys have some soccer match thingy. Hopefully it wouldn't be too crowded. Very extremely nervous for tmr now. As in the church part cause you know.. it's been AGES since i've gone there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BING IS PROBABLY POTTING WITH HER BRO NOW. RAWR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-1648611597243871847?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1648611597243871847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=1648611597243871847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/1648611597243871847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/1648611597243871847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/07/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-2077835303050539193</id><published>2007-07-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:39:27.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI.</title><content type='html'>Haha so i havent been blogging for PREEEETY long. Been flooded with projects and yeah i so totally miss lectures etc. But dont think i'll really miss them when they start. Ronnie's gonna fly the chapters by again. Rawrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's been okay so far. Nothing much haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-2077835303050539193?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2077835303050539193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=2077835303050539193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2077835303050539193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2077835303050539193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi.html' title='HI.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-2010900869311476256</id><published>2007-06-30T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:05:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy me.</title><content type='html'>I JUST GOT REALLY CRAZY AND STARTED WISHING EVERYONE ONLINE GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA MELISSA. HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT PEOPLE OF BLOGSVILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELISSA ELIZABETH HUANG XIANGYING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-2010900869311476256?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2010900869311476256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=2010900869311476256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2010900869311476256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2010900869311476256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy-me.html' title='Crazy me.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-6923415482225017142</id><published>2007-06-29T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:41:56.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>I've been regretting doing little little things and feeling guilty about doing little little things as well. It's like i do OR even THINK of something and after a few minutes i'll think about it again and feel ultra bad about it. Even if it's a small small thing that people probably don't even take to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh mannn. I hope it ain't a symptom of depression. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain dead. Melissa is brain dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-6923415482225017142?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6923415482225017142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=6923415482225017142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/6923415482225017142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/6923415482225017142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-179072273817873451</id><published>2007-06-28T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:23:34.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECP.</title><content type='html'>ECP was damn fun. At first it was pretty quiet but later on hohoho we were screaming like mad kids set loose in the park. Yup so started with poker card games but got hijacked by the guys so i went to set up twister and dragged them there to play hahaha. Got very very twisted up and now i'm still aching but half the credit'll go to cycling. Followed by the munching of foooood which is great and i love sya alot! She put in SO much effort for this bbq together with her dearest mommy. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks syaaa! &lt;/strong&gt;Then we went on to HEART ATTACK. Wb was SCREAMING like mad! Haha! But so was everyone else. :) So me and jeryl finished early and we headed out to the sand. Ros joined in soon and we sat there till dark throwing sand at daryl's leg and burring our own legs in the sand. Awul helped and STEPPED over our legs. Rawr! Yeah then we burried his and daryl's legs hahahaha. Me and ros sang PnW songs too. Fun fun fun! I kinda miss post con now. But ah well. Yep followed by doing action songs haha that was aweeesome man. Screaming on top of our lungs. And PIGGYBACKS LOLLLLLL. Damn scary to be piggybacked but fun too haha! Sya is damn strong man. :D Okay this is pretty brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD OVER TO SIEW BING'S BLOG FOR MORE DETAILS.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-179072273817873451?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/179072273817873451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=179072273817873451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/179072273817873451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/179072273817873451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/ecp.html' title='ECP.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-8131280990016442440</id><published>2007-06-26T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:17:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe.</title><content type='html'>So i got pretty troubled cause there's something bugging me all these while. I know it's pretty minor for some but yeah i still feel very bad about it. Talked about it and said a prayer and mannn that totally helped. Thanks sheepay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love God. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-8131280990016442440?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8131280990016442440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=8131280990016442440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8131280990016442440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8131280990016442440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/hehe.html' title='Hehe.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-981537677650881226</id><published>2007-06-25T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:16:14.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>It sucks when you can't do anything to help someone else who's feeling down. It sucks even more if you said something wrong unintentionally.&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/2574851822137175748-981537677650881226?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/981537677650881226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=981537677650881226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/981537677650881226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/981537677650881226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_25.html' title=':('/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-7616133507725076647</id><published>2007-06-25T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:15:02.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLER ID</title><content type='html'>It's 913 in the morning but it's alright because.. i'm finally getting caller id! YES. Trust me you don't know the pain of NOT having caller id. And you'll feel guilty whenever there's a missed call. And heh ahem nevermind i'll pass that. Soo, i'm still pretty tired. Gotta go tas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-7616133507725076647?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7616133507725076647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=7616133507725076647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/7616133507725076647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/7616133507725076647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/caller-id.html' title='CALLER ID'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-5329377717831972638</id><published>2007-06-23T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:48:08.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Acm2BWGfc4/Rny7oFgAkYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eGl7yvicQ4c/s1600-h/Mars!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079140777112670594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Acm2BWGfc4/Rny7oFgAkYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eGl7yvicQ4c/s320/Mars!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to mars! Home of the fellow martians. Yup that's right, welcome to MY home! Mars is a MUST visit place for earthlings like you. It's &lt;strong&gt;HOT! &lt;/strong&gt;A little red in colour here and there so one will probably get a little cranky over there but no worries! You'll learn to be more patient with one another like this. :) . &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STICTLY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO BULLS ALLOWED!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(Fined 5 billion martian notes) Mars is pretty small so a three-day-tour would be just right to cover the whole of mars. That's right, instead of old 'Around the world (earth) in 80 days' all you need now is THREE days! How great can this get? :) You'll get to see a clear view of venus. Beautiful venus with beautiful venians there. When i say beautiful i mean B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. (Hints) And for those who love the bright scorching sun this is the right place for you! If you get lucky you'll be able to get a PERFECT tann. So what are you waiting for? Grab your bags and sign up for this tour to mars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Package includes suntanning lotion suitable for direct sun rays and a sunglass to protect your eyes just incase it burns. And for ladies, a few strong fibre strings to tie down your men if he gets too into venians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-5329377717831972638?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5329377717831972638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=5329377717831972638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5329377717831972638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5329377717831972638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/mars.html' title='Mars'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Acm2BWGfc4/Rny7oFgAkYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eGl7yvicQ4c/s72-c/Mars!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574851822137175748.post-4254096577966694041</id><published>2007-06-23T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:29:52.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy dream.</title><content type='html'>Okay so i had this very weird dream last night. It's seriously weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if i'm not wrong i was with some people and they urged me to go steal something. I was in nursing uniform haha then yeah i went to steal 30 million bucks. It was all in this small plastic bag which i have no idea how but yeah. Lol. So i ran ran ran with them passing guards and stuff. Then the guards starting chasing us. Then MORE guards started chasing us. So we went to the MRT station running here and there trying to find the correct place to take the train. Then somehow i felt extremely guilty, so i told them i'm going to return the money. So i went back and asked the lady if i could speak with her privately kinda thing and this darn reporter snapped my picture of me talking to her. So i just passed the money to that lady who later then said 'please give us back the money at least 17 million' or something like that. Then i told her it's 30m inside. And i apologised as well. She thanked me and all and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. This reporter guy tried to blackmail me asking for 250k a day to not post my picture and a report on what happened on the newspaper. Then he chased us to snap pictures of my friends as well. He said that since i have like 30m 250k a day should be peanuts to me. I told him i couldn't cause i returned the money and stuff. But he wouldnt give up so we had to leave the country. Cause yeah all the newspapers printed out this article of me stealing those blah stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;So i got all sad and depressed and tried to figure how i could leave the country without getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all sad and depressed. Emotions carried forward from a dream.&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-4254096577966694041?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4254096577966694041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=4254096577966694041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/4254096577966694041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/4254096577966694041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy-dream.html' title='Crazy dream.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-5737292785700282890</id><published>2007-06-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:04:56.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Once upon a time.. The end."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA is OVER and DONE! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-5737292785700282890?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5737292785700282890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=5737292785700282890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5737292785700282890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5737292785700282890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/end.html' title='THE END.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-7551300991314471194</id><published>2007-06-21T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:01:48.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Acm2BWGfc4/RnpocVgAkXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ipjVwuRqDdc/s1600-h/spike!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078486365830680946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Acm2BWGfc4/RnpocVgAkXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ipjVwuRqDdc/s320/spike!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes i'm bored. Meet Spike. I drew him on paint quite long ago. Ain't he a doll? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-7551300991314471194?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7551300991314471194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=7551300991314471194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/7551300991314471194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/7551300991314471194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/random.html' title='RANDOM.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Acm2BWGfc4/RnpocVgAkXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ipjVwuRqDdc/s72-c/spike!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574851822137175748.post-8334019449536569038</id><published>2007-06-21T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:39:04.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought about unfinished projects and upcoming tests is driving me nuts. My flu wouldn't go away. Even though it ain't serious, but having a block nose does not feel good. (SNIFF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa's dying. Somebody save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-8334019449536569038?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8334019449536569038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=8334019449536569038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8334019449536569038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8334019449536569038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/poor-me.html' title='Poor me.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-4834962169986043467</id><published>2007-06-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:42:33.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weee!</title><content type='html'>Okay today HPB was good haha. Got pretty lost at first everyone blaming GTS for his sense of direction haha. But we found it in the end. Yay for us. :D Anyway really glad to see everyone again. Totally threw my mood back on track. Now gonna look forward to the ECP meeting and thankies to sya for booking the pit haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah, the day went by pretty fast. Had to leave early so i won't be late for dental. Had loads of spare time before my apptment so decided to ahem, slack a little while at home so um ended up 15 mins late for dental. :X Hahaha. Tsk missy, punctuality is important. Anyway it's confirmed that in two months time it's bye-bye braces! Gonna miss it a little but ah well. Things gottaaaa go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think everyone's getting pretty sick. As in physically. Hopefully i ain't the one passing the germys around haha. Get well soon bingg! Now i've got the cough from some unknown place. Stupid microbes using underhand method of attacking us during our weak times. Rawr! Blah, just had another case of 'wanting-to-sneeze-but-can't-sneeze'. Horrriblee feeling. Anyone feel me? :( Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week's gonna end soon hurray! Which means:&lt;br /&gt;- Closer date to lunching with sunny&lt;br /&gt;- Closer date to ECP&lt;br /&gt;- Closer date to school re-opening&lt;br /&gt;- Closer date to fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee. Fun balanced with tough work of course. Haha. And bloody results. Bloody. Results. Rawr. Ah well! Apart from nonsensical projects, school work's pretty fun. [Do-not-kill-me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few rounds of solitaireeeee just now haha. Freakazoids we are. But we have a life, no worries. :X Hahaha. Alright that's all folks!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooodnight bloooogiee. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-4834962169986043467?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4834962169986043467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=4834962169986043467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/4834962169986043467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/4834962169986043467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/weee.html' title='Weee!'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-9100583090958661880</id><published>2007-06-18T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:02:37.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause every guy turns out to be the same,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So now I'm questioning is it me to blame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Today's pretty um slack. In other words rather boring as well. Had a bad morning start with a very horrible tummyache. Nearly fainted but thank goodness i didn't. Got really pale according to sya. But glad to see sya today as well haha. Can't wait for wednesdayy! But i won't be in the same group as them :( . The last of group one, yup that's me. The ill fated 'H' (Huang) girl in the register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tired. Need rest need rest need rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick damn it. Sore throat plus some very unknown flu. Sigh. Recover recoverrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-9100583090958661880?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/9100583090958661880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=9100583090958661880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/9100583090958661880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/9100583090958661880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-1945834702675223764</id><published>2007-06-15T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:06:02.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>Isit me or is my mood getting worse and worse each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to sleep at around 10 yesterday but kept thinking all those nonsensical stuffs that's bothering me till around 11 plus i think. Got up once or twice as usual and tried to go back to sleep again. Overall, think i slept um better than previous days? But still not enough. Damn man, i feel like a walking zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic results out. No i didn't do well, and no i didn't fail. I'm tired. School's never ever been this pressurizing before. I can seriously die from it. Sigh, better try to catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's awfully weird. I started to think about alot of things. Things that've hurt me rather badly last time. Things that i've probably left at the back of my mind, all came bursting back. I have no idea why but trust me the feeling ain't good at all. Perhaps it's school that really get my mind off all these. Sigh. When will school start? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to scream. East coast, please come sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-1945834702675223764?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1945834702675223764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=1945834702675223764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/1945834702675223764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/1945834702675223764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-6359615853768816467</id><published>2007-06-14T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:48:21.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not right.</title><content type='html'>Melissa's just not feeling right at all. Each day gets worse and worse for that little girl. Her mind's a mess and her head hurts like crap. She way too tired to think right. Today she even forgot she had to transfer bus on her way home. She'll always miss the staircase door on the third level and try her very best not to bump into things. She is forever thinking of something whether it's necessary or unecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closes her eyes and falls alseep immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-6359615853768816467?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6359615853768816467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=6359615853768816467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/6359615853768816467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/6359615853768816467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-right.html' title='Not right.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-8657008081782841626</id><published>2007-06-13T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:14:27.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink blink.</title><content type='html'>So, today's pretty um tiring and grusome. I don't know. I really don't. I'm quite lost now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-8657008081782841626?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8657008081782841626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=8657008081782841626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8657008081782841626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8657008081782841626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/blink-blink.html' title='Blink blink.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-4478583652718327437</id><published>2007-06-12T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:47:26.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No, I can't let you go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a part of me now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught by the taste of your kiss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't wanna know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason why I,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stay forever like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm climbing the walls 'cause I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's alright i guess. The sisters were alright as well. I speaked to the nurse mangager as well :X She's pretty nice. Went to the eye section with amy as well cause i kinda missed it out yesterday. (Too into the foot screening :X) Yeah but i prefered yesterday more. Haha. But overall, still alright. Went to bukit batok met SYA and ORANGE! We were like crapping all the way there and copying and copying. But haha, i sure do miss the others alottt! Can't wait to see them on wednesday. :) And the class outing of course. Yippee! Rollerbladingg! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, gotta do my project thingy now. Seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-4478583652718327437?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4478583652718327437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=4478583652718327437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/4478583652718327437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/4478583652718327437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-i-cant-let-you-go-youre-part-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-9163824185067036184</id><published>2007-06-11T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:01:55.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinical attachment.</title><content type='html'>Omg, the sisters (nurses)  were like reallllyy nice. I was posted to the women's health department and the health screening department for the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first patient kinda had to undergo papsmeer. My sister's (sibling) first reaction was like omg you're traumatized. Haha. But it wasn't so bad. In fact quite alot of patients went through that. Out of 5 only 2 allowed me to go in. But i'm satisfied haha. Learnt quite abit like how to take the height and weight thing through the machine thing plus the BMI. I tried to do it once but zz machine failed me. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to the diabetic eye and foot screening. Learnt alot of things there as well. (I kinda enjoy this one more though haha.) Maybe because i didn't have to stand through the whole thing like i did for the other one. :X Nah, kidding. Anyway yeah, learnt how the nurse actually assess the patients. The assessing's more or less the same and it's kinda like survey thing. Which is cool since i've learnt that in FON. All hail FON. Haha. OH YEAH, in nursing language, FON means 'Full of Nonsense'. Damn cute right haha! Yeah so i learnt about the neuro machine thing and i most of the patients that entered the room were old ladies and and old man. They're damn cute i tell you. Damn cute. The first old lady came in then speaked in hokkien to the sister and i was like nodding over there (Cause it's quite similar to teochew so i kinda understand) so every once in a while she'll stop and smile at me. The CHEESE smile. Very very cute. Haha! :) Then she say 'zhor missy ho!' Meaning being a missy's good haha. And she praised me for understanding. (Blushes) HAHA! But really, good day. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, hopefully i'll get the kids tomorrow. Yippee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wen bing made this bloggie for me! :) Thanks siew bing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-9163824185067036184?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/9163824185067036184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=9163824185067036184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/9163824185067036184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/9163824185067036184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/clinical-attachment.html' title='Clinical attachment.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-8703491133704967812</id><published>2007-06-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:35:18.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's an illusion, nothing is real this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very very very worried about my CA.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very very very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&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/2574851822137175748-8703491133704967812?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8703491133704967812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=8703491133704967812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8703491133704967812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/8703491133704967812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-illusion-nothing-is-real-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-2719744896138929436</id><published>2007-06-10T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:33:22.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundayy.</title><content type='html'>Yep it's like 11.30 now and the night's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i fell asleep pretty early in a very uncomfortable position. My sis was using the comp and all so by the time i woke up to shift myself back it was kinda 3.30 already. I got pretty scared after recalling the wonderful ghost story sunny told me. Didn't really freak out when i first heard it but at night.. -.- horrible terrible. Yeah so i sneaked into my sister's room to sleep cause i got too scared. Comp was on all the way, was tempted to use it but decided not to incase i get freaked out again or something. Having the window behind me while i use the computer is NOT a good idea. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go church soon. Gonna wake up ze piggay in the other room. :D (Sheepay's gonna suan me back for this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i'll remember to stuff newspapers into my shoe soon if not i'll probably get hell tomorrow when i'm doing my attachment.  There's still scars left behind from my previous blister. :( But i've got a heel protector this time yay! Thanks sheeeepay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, that's about all. I'm still pretty tired sigh. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-2719744896138929436?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2719744896138929436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=2719744896138929436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2719744896138929436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/2719744896138929436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/sundayy.html' title='Sundayy.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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-2574851822137175748.post-6538528364349738599</id><published>2007-06-09T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:28:02.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Acm2BWGfc4/RmqqoFgAkUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FpAONGzVJho/s1600-h/cowbow+tom+and+jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074055535834206530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Acm2BWGfc4/RmqqoFgAkUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FpAONGzVJho/s320/cowbow+tom+and+jerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. I just learnt how to upload pictures onto blogger. Yes, I'm abit slow i know. But here's DEAR DEAR DEAR TOM AND JERRY! The most adorable cartoon on planet earth/mars/pluto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-6538528364349738599?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6538528364349738599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=6538528364349738599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/6538528364349738599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/6538528364349738599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Acm2BWGfc4/RmqqoFgAkUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FpAONGzVJho/s72-c/cowbow+tom+and+jerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574851822137175748.post-5826186909224503264</id><published>2007-06-09T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:29:23.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start once more.</title><content type='html'>Okay yay! Here's my new blog. After thinking time and time again wrecking my brains over the new blog name. Don't really like it as much as my previous one but oh well. :) Satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i just got home from Eden's cafe. Brought sunny and sheepay there to lunch. It was goooood (as usual :X). Yup. Really glad we met up once more but too bad sheila ht and shi li couldn't make it. :( We were whining over there how long we haven't seen then (and each other). But oh well, guess there'll be next time. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinical attachment's about to start. That's why i'm currently very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; look there.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, time really flies. Felt like we just began school but it's been two months already. (I'm not trying to be philosophical here.) But yeah school's great. Reaaally great. It's like a place where you can have all the fun you want but still catch up with studies. Yeah. :) I'm gonna miss school TONS. One month one month one monthhh. Totally insane. But ah well. I'm praying they cut some slack to our timetable this time. Cause it's pretty packed for our class compared to the others. And PLEASE dont make us change classes in year two. :( I'm gonna figure whether it'll really happen or not. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking these few days. Yup, exam's over. Thank goodness. So i'm in the anime craze now. Maybe i'll finally finish the fruits basket books i bought hahaha. Kyo! (Love him love him love himmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today's also kind of embarrassing. Cause you know, almost everyone knows actually that my sense of direction kinda suck. So i went all the way to jurong east on the way to the cafe and i had to switch MRT. So i didn't know which side to alight. So i went on the right, scanned the board for Otram park, couldn't find it, walk THROUGH the mrt again, scan the other board, couldn't find otram park again and repeated what i did about four times with everyone on the train staring at me. So, i decided to call for help. (Rings sheepay) So sheepay told me to go by the clementi way. I scanned the board on my side (currently) and realize oops. Wrong side. So yeah i kinda panicked cause i didnt know you could actually go down to go to the other side. So i was like: 'Shit, sheepay i'm on the wrong side. How how how?' Yeah so i LOOKED CAREFULLY this time and i found bloody otram park on the board. Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and i don't know, thought about alot of things on the MRT that i suddenly 'SIGHED' and i didn't know it was that loud arh. So the lady standing infront of me turned around and stared at me. Embarrassinggg. But yeah can't a girl sigh sheesh. (Hehe) Yeah so i was thinking that the world's kinda going way too fast. Technology and all those but basically, what happened to the good old days where trees and flowers surround you :( I still wanna live in a cottage someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, been a pretty long post since.. um i don't know. Just pretty long haha. Wish me luck for my CA then. I shall sob about it here or laugh and smile about it here when it begins. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 fellow bobbas and microbes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2574851822137175748-5826186909224503264?l=breakintothesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5826186909224503264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2574851822137175748&amp;postID=5826186909224503264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5826186909224503264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2574851822137175748/posts/default/5826186909224503264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakintothesilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/testing.html' title='New start once more.'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334793765931401029</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>
