Tuesday, June 28
If you know me well enough.
Monday, April 11
My 22nd Birthday!
Wednesday, September 22
Friends friends friends.
There are many degree of friends in which you would meet in life. I personally divides my friends into few categories.
a. Hi-bye friend
b. Crap friend
c. Good friend
Based on the self-explanatory names, you would have guessed it right, that good friends are my closest friend and hi-bye friend would be the least - sometimes, I don't even know their names right. Crap friend would be friend that you know you would wanna talk lame things with, but not spending sad moments together. Therefore, this kinda friend ussually you would have less emotional ties with.
But the friend I wanna talk most would be good friend. I have very little good friend, simply because I'm picky with friends and I'd like to keep a small group of friends. These friends are usually individuals or come in pairs (very rare). Just to name some of my friends that fall on these categories are Elizabeth, Yuna, Hasha, etc. These girls are friends that I treasure most. Each of them have the qualities that I admire. For example, Elizabeth is bubbly and spontaneous, and Yuna I admire her true and kind heart for friend. But one common quality that my these good friends that I like most is being caring of people around them. You can see how concern they are when they know you're in trouble.
I still remember Hasha skipped half of her classes that day when I'd lost my purse. How Elizabeth spent hours and hours with me lamenting about another friend of mine. And Yuna standing by my side in face of a villainous friend. To me, they are not only good friend and true friend of mine.
Having said that, friends that I despised most are friends that betrayed me and constantly seek to embarrass or put me down. Sounds familiar? Of course it does (well to me at least), and they still self proclaim that you were their best friend. Omigosh.... how did this person get this term from? I wonder how this person define best friend. Unlike this person, to me, a close friend is somewhat similar to my family member. I would take care them as much as I could. Tell me about walking the miles for their own sake! And ... and this person is soooooooooOooOoOooo (okay i have to really emphasize on this) EGO. Is always about this person! How 'this person' feels, how 'this person' thinks. Is always about themselve. Don't these people think too much of themselves??? HELLLO! YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO TAKE CARE OTHERS. OTHERWISE JUST GO AND DIE WITH YOUR OWN SHITTY EGO!!!!
To me... I tend to put down my mask when I deal with my close friend. That's called true. If it's always about you, why don't you just be-friend yourself? SUCKER!
Yuna, Elizabeth, Hasha, Yiwon, Phuong, Yenny - these are all my assets that I'm super proud of. They has been with me through thick and thin....
Thus, a note to you and myself. A friend is indeed a friend in need.
Monday, June 21
Shhh... Just keep this between us okay?
I still remember how fustrated and agitated I am last night. Thinking of how inconsiderate my friend was - to expect me to make him feel better for my sickness. I mean, tht time I was like WHAT THE FUCK? (sorry... no better words can explain how angry I am tht time :C ) Like I'm the victim now. I am the patient. And you expect me to make you feel better by telling you.... it wasn't yr fault la.. blablabla. Not that I didn't explained how I got contacted this illnesses earlier. Omigosh. I was so angry tht I literally not feeling to talk to him at tht moment. I still remember how I shouted (okay... I mean sigh loudly) in my room yesterday... re-reading the message he sent to me - trying to make sense tht does this person have some or little empathy?? Well, he did suggested to tapao some porridge to me. I declined tht offer, although I really wished I could have some porridge :( . Perhaps he was saying tht cz he felt bad or whatever, and it may not be his real intention anyway...Also, considering he doesn't have any transport.. I really doesn't wanna bother him. Plus.. I was worried tht this stupid flu thing will get contacted to him... esp we're having an important meeting the next day - where he's the chairperson...I remember i woke up in the middle of the night few times- haivng 'hot flushes'. Still very angry and fustrated about this thing.
Then it was not untill this morning... when I was half drowsy... someone sent a message to me. When I checked it. It was him. Telling me tht he had left some porridge in front of my room. When I first read tht... I actually pinched myself. I mean... is it true? Are you kidding?? I mean tht was what I wanted the other night... and here it is. A hearty porridge from a friend. I was overly excited tht I sit calmly on my bed thinking tht did I told this person tht I wanted porridge last night? Or how did he firgured it out? Aiyohhh.... Abit dazed and..... touched la. Hehe.... at least there's a friend who cares about me. :D
And because of tht, I'm feeling much better now... just abit of flu and thts all. You see.. tht's the miracle of LOVE (I meant friend's love)
P/s: I also acknowleged Y's intention for buying me liang cha and hor yan hor.... Seeing her worried face about me, and I didn't wanted to talk to her.... makes me felt a little bad. Why I don't wanna talk to her? Tht... I reserve back to myself. I would like to thanked all these people who cared about me. I really think it was a great motivation for me to heal. HEAL!!
Sunday, June 20
Sick sick sick!
Aside from releasing my damn tension bout this fucking people... was that.... wanna confess what i wanted most when i got sick. I wished that someone who cares me. Like you know.... check out bout me once a while... Like how my mom used to do... checking my tempreture when its time and make hot porridge for me and etc.like a nurse in a hospital... I tend to be a little dependent when I'm sick- so unike me huh? The reason was that I wished to know that I still worth living so when I'm sick. There's no surprise that I heal faster when I'm not sick, it eases my pain by much. *sighh* but who wants to do this kinda thingss aside from yr mom. I don't even know. BUt i hope this person will come someday....
Tuesday, May 4
Teardrops upon my 21st birthday gift...
A Birthday gift was send by a friend to me today, whom I back-stabbed in front of Victoria earlier upon her meeting up with us. A friend, who has turned to a foe. Maybe it was me, maybe it was her. But misunderstandings began without speaking things up. And misunderstanding after misunderstandings causes hatred. That’s how a fragrant flower turns foul and ugly. Things has certainly got bad between us. I regretted it so much that I hated myself so much right now. For blaming her entirely. I still remember how much I talked-bad of her in front of my friends. But isn’t friend supposed to correct and forget?
Whichever way, today is the first time I cried upon receiving a gift from a friend who has turn to someone I care less about. I don’t even care to open the present until next morning initially. But, I couldn’t sleep because of the caffeine from the cola that I took in the cinema earlier, causes me to opened it, out of boredom. What I didn’t really expect to receiving from her, is a hearty gift from her. It was a card, make out of boards of chipboards, decorated nicely with wild dried flowers and wordings. I remembered how difficult for me to do Yuna’s present earlier, not to mention coming out with an idea. Her this present is certainly 10 times more difficult. I can say, she has put a lot of effort in making this present- even she would have guessed I hated her through my cool tone over the phones and facebook. It was then my mind flash-backed on my 20th birthday cake that she baked for me, the time when she listened attentively about my problems, the time when we spent most of our evenings together during our freshmen, and also the crazy-clown-crush thingy. Never once she objected my dreams. A friend who has supported me all this while and I could just say it’s fake? OH, FUCK OFF MEL! I seriously hated what I did and I felt like I just received a tight slap on my face.
Still don’t know how to confront her later, but I hope things would improve after this-though I doubted things will turn back and be the same. Should she read this blog, I hope she would forgive me, and shall both of us make our friendship on sailing again. Bon voyage!
Wednesday, December 16
Pink Victoria
EVENT 1: I SAW VIC MAKING OUT WITH A GUY IN THE LIBRARY.
Well, I kinda see this guy before. Many times in class, but I don’t really know his name. But that’s not important. Maybe the dream wants to tell me he has a boner with vic very long. Huh? So why is me having this dream??? Ah well…. Maybe I’m the messenger or what. Lol!! At second thought…. perhaps there’s many things I’m not very sure about Victoria. You know…. Like sometimes… she’s like a nerd and then the next moment a wild dancer. I’m not saying that nerd people can’t become wild dancer. But I just feel it’s a very paradoxical stuff... So to say.But the funniest part is that the guy’s errection is a little ‘weird’ too…. You know… the boner I saw in my dream is first in vector format. (Hey! That explains how little I know about men’s penis and I don’t watch porn *blush*) LMAO! And the erection erected through his elastic green jeans. I wonder what those Freudians will think I’m thinking. Go green pornography? Sweat.
EVENT 2: I HAVE A BOYFRIEND
Okay. It’s just in my dream. Okay… this one I understand quite well la. I know I’m too desperate for one. I was practically hugging him like crazy, smooching him, sitting on his lap, blablabla. I wonder I would really do that stuff if I have one. In that dream, you know like how a pig was set free and then come to a place where there’s many shit? Oh man. I was like eating like a pig. It was so wonderful that I want to have another such wonderful dream. However, the bad thing is, I can’t really see how the guy looked like. What I could see is that he has a pimple on his lower lip. Any idea who the heck this person is? Hey!! It could be this ‘weird guy’ invaded my dream.
FEEL FREE TO INTERPRET MY DREAM IN YOU-IAN WAY. LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT.
-MEL
Sunday, December 13
I would have fall for you if I weren't in love with someone
p/s: i am wondering what's wrong with me. I'm not preparing for my exams. Man, i just got too confident with my results.
Sunday, November 22
You think academic is all? No.
Many people thrive to get good results in exam. They simply study very very hard at one point and forget about everything the minute after exam. They forget the meaning of exam is actually to test how well we understand a material and not how well did we do last night crash studying the materials. I'm not criticizing anyone here. I'm one of them too. Remember cathode is negative or positive side of a component? Err... (you see).
But that's not the point of the topic today. What to say here is.... academic is not so important after all. How often to you apply what you learn in school; that's the point here. Otherwise, what's the difference you and the 'aunty' walking down the street buying groceries? Oh yes, you wore a square hat before. That's all.
Realizing education knowledge is so prone to be forgotten and not applied in our daily life. I seem so meaningless to me now. Knowing what I remembered now, will be forgoten in future anyway. So what's the point of studying so much? Since it wouldn't guarantee you much in future.
One skill that seem to be more important. Is something like a warranty pass to you to be successful in future. When this skill is learnt well, definitely you be a well like, successful person wherever you go. Social skill. Sounds easy but its not. Is a skill you learn to deal with people issue. I realize this is the skill that even an illiterate person would need to learn. If you're graduate, but you do not know how to interact with others well, so sorry, the upcoming position goes to the aunty from pasar who have richer people skill than you.
When you have high social skill, you win knowledge and power. You earn respect, people are willing to teach and share with you, you have more friends and maybe "fans". But if you don't have that so sorry, "Next please!"
SO COINCIDENCE. I JUST READ THIS NOTE IN MY MAILBOX. HOWEVER, WHAT I WANT TO FOCUS HERE IS NOT TO BLAME OUR COUNTRY'S EDUCATION SYSTEM. BUT OUR STUDENTS MENTALITY HERE. CHECK IT OUT
17 A's student failed 2nd-year university exam
"The roots of true achievement lie in the will to become the best that you can become...."
The Failure of Nur Who Scored 17 A's!
I was really shocked and speechless to be informed about Nur Amalina Che Bakri.
Nur Amalina had held briefly the record of the most A's scored in the Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia. Upon the announcement of results of SPM 2004 on 26 March 2005, she received 17 1As - a record for number of A's received by a student in the history of Malaysian education back then. She was sponsored by Bank Negara Malaysia to study medicine in the United Kingdom, and did her A-levels at the Cheltenham Ladies College in the UK.
Now I am informed that she had failed her second year medical study at the University of Edinburgh. What went wrong?
Could English language be the problem? We are going back to Malay medium again and that means trouble.
Another article by Dr. Hsu
I was told that one of the girls with the most number of A's, 17 A1's, in SPM and who is currently on a scholarship in UK to study medicine failed in her second year examination.
While passing and failing examination is part and parcel of a student’s life, this case is particularly alarming, as this is supposed to be our cream of the cream. There may be other reasons why she failed , but this case typifies the trend of many of our so-called ‘top scholars’ failing in overseas universities.
I have mentioned before that among my daughter ’s year doing medicine in University of Auckland, there were many JPA's scholars (more than 10). Only one graduated with the class. The rest have failed along the way and have to repeat the year which they have failed. Some have failed one year, passed on second attempt and then failed again in another year. It is not uncommon to have someone who failed a few times along the way.
These scholars are supposed to represent the cream of our students, and yet they struggled to get through the course.
We must find out the reasons why so many of these scholars fail when they are supposed to be the our top students..
Granted that in an examination, even a good student can do badly sometimes, but to have a disproportional high failure rate among the so called top students is alarming and cannot be attributed to ‘luck’ or the lack of it. Compare this with those on their fathers’ scholarship, very few of the latter group failed.
Is it because our marking system is at fault? Is there any differential markings of papers? Is our education system at fault?
I think the time has come to have a thorough re-examination of the whole education as well as the examination system.
It really reflects badly on our country when scholarship holders fail in their examinations at an alarming rate.
P.S.. When a scholarship holder fails and has to repeat a year, it would cost the Country a lot of money which can actually be used to finance more students for study. Scholarship holders also live a life of relative luxury, compared to self-financed students, and they normally stay in the best hostels and many of them have cars and so on… SO the whole system of awarding scholarship should be reviewed too…
If the students scores an exemplary number of distinctions (A's in Malaysia) in a public exam, they are considered the pinnacle of what the Country's education system is capable of producing. They are expected to go through tertiary education anywhere in the world with flushing success. So what could possibly have happened if they fail abroad?
Malaysia's education system has always been a laughing stock. Based purely on numeric superiority and mindless rote learning methods that even the British has long abandoned decades earlier, Malaysia continues to believe that the more A's the students attain, the better equipped they are. It doesn't matter how they get the A's so long as the aim is to get them and get as many in the process. So if the students were to labour over numerous past year exam papers in the library, memorise the answers and focus only on what the teacher 'suggests' are likely to come out for the exam, that's all right by everyone. The education system doesn't teach the students to UNDERSTAND the material. It doesn't encourage proactive teaching methods that encourage students to discover knowledge but to merely be taught.
When a student with 17 Distinctions fail in the real world, it is not a surprise. Perhaps it is to many Malaysians, but it's a system that is waiting to reward its students with spectacular failure when they leave the shores and compete overseas or when they enter the workforce. Many organisations in the private sector have continued to be horrified at the performance of such students during interviews. Communication skills are absent. Standard ethics are absent. Common courtesy codes are absent. Presentation skills as well as personal grooming are absent. What has the education system taught them?
If Malaysia continue to embark on the road of plain numeric superiority instead of to challenge the students to think, provoke them to create their own opinions and to communicate expressively, to eloquently define their standing in the world, there can never be an international leader in any field or industry emanating from Malaysia. It never produced one in the last 20 years. It never will for the next 100 years.
-Mel
Wednesday, October 7
I M FREAKING FULL
Don't know what's wrong with me recently...... I just don't know why I'm so-craving for food and so-lazy to gym.... Die. Confirm case. Fatty boom boom guaranteed!
Shit la.... All my effort in loosing weight over the years has come to vain.... I have to seirously do something about it dy... Otherwise, I will end up eating like a gold fish and die like a gold fish. Jia-lat.
Now I feel like vomiting cz i just drank two bowl of soup for my supper. Wanna vomit dy.....Somebody save me from binge eating~~~
BURPZ......
Thursday, September 24
Goodbye Doogie......
However, today on my way back from school, I heard very sharp shierking barks from the construction site. I thought, perhaps they're just playing with each other, with a doubtful heart. So to confirm my doubts, i tried to get a better view at the hostel's lobby. And to my horror..... I saw the doggie for once it was yanking very very hard and then getting lesser and lesser on the grasp of the contruction worker. Then he snuck them into a big gunny sack, throw the pile of dead stuff on to the lorry... and there they three went off....
Three little puppies that were once the communication topic of the animals lover or hater around the hostel has now gone forever and never come back again.
Tuesday, September 15
The forgotten laughter....
I don't know since when or what causes me to become like this. I kinda forgotten how to laugh, smile and be happy about things. I kinda forgot that happy go lucky me, the light-hearted me, the friendly me, the approachable me. What am I now? I guess.... some crazy depressive woman - who in fact everyday sulks, quiet, unfriendly look. I just don't know what's wrong with me.
I can't bear with it anymore. I know, as a human, I'm supposed to a social machine. But, I tend to lost those humanly skills. Where had it gone? I don't know....... I hope that I will find it out soon..........
p/s: i kinda regret that I msned Chin Shi Hong just now. I don't know why he's the person i resort to whenever i feel terribly bad. But i know i shouldn't. Stupid mel
Tuesday, September 8
Back from 7 Weeks Hibernation
Hello ladies and gentleman. I’m finally got back again after 7 weeks of disappearance. I know, some people are getting frustrated, or even annoyed of me being so inconsistent in blogging. Like the favorite Malaysian chippie called, “skejap ade, skejap tarak” kind of attitude. But, who doesn’t want a break from all these brain-juice-grinding-blogging-for-the-sake-of-telling-you kinda work? Even gossip girl does. FYI: I don’t really blog well and my usage language is bad- all time. Pardon me.
So, for 7 weeks, I’d grow up a little, mentally (e.g.: life outlook, perceptions, stress management, people relations) and physically (e.g.: body fat mass, pit’s hair, x-hair, and anywhere you do notice) Basically, as a rep up, many events had happened over the hols like seriously working for dad, kinda designing company name cards & catalogues, curiously attended 6 days longetivity course, crazily watching The Nanny with mom, happily going vacation with my old besties, randomly snapping pictures, shockingly someone died next door from an accident, out of suddenly roomie moving out, sillily (okay, I know this adj doesn’t exist… but Ms. Selina said the sentence must always be coherent) and eventually got signed up for HAA102 Intro to Design. Phewwww! That’s kinda rep up what happened to this woman over the hols – BERNAMA
There’s only some events that I would like to elaborate more on that, mainly because it needs elaboration-lah! Dong! Kay, I… nope. We went for a vacation at somewhere near Cherating beach. I know you are excited, KL PEOPLE; but I’M TOO EXICITED:KAMPUNG PEOPLE!!! Hello… is summer and going to a beach is supposed to be on a must do list during summer right? Plus, its even more fun and eventful when you go with a bunch of old friends (literally). You can never imagine how fun it is. Sandy beach, cloudy day, calmy ombak, handsomy guys, bluie pool. Okay, cut the crap. Basically the three of us went for a 2 days 1 night holiday along Kemaman and Terengganu area. It wasn’t a long drive from Kuantan, around 20 mins slow drive about 80km/hours; you know, you don’t really wanna hit some kampong cow and got your car injured. So you have to drive CAREFULLY. We stayed at HOLIDAY VILLA a.k.a EASTERN PAVILLION, was a nice place. During peak season, the chalet was still at a reasonable price RM250/night, as compared to PORT DICKIE around RM450/night. Itupun their beach very dirty, unlike Cherating one. SERIOUSLY. The have no sandy, bluie, calmy thing at there. Forget about it if you wanna go port dickie. I KNEW IT I KNEW IT!! Hey, btw… don’t let others know kay? Keep this dirty secret between us because you don’t wanna see people start going to Cherating and polluting the bitches there…. E.g: pee pee in the ocean. As for the photos part…. Here are some of the preview… Enjoy…..
NEVER TOO FORGET THE OTHER HALF OF OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS WHO'S LESS UNFORTUNATE THAN US IN THE REST OF THE WORLD : 30 HOUR FAMINE 2009
Tuesday, June 16
You and Your Brother's GF
I realy felt the akwardness each time she comes to our house or have a family outing. You know how strange is it like to not talk to someone in the same group (like as if they don't exist). I guess I knew part of the reason why we never talked to each other. I used to hate her. I mean alot. The reason is part of mr felt jealous for her taking my brother away from me, part of it was because the incident that happened 2 years ago in which I called her phone and scolded her not to ask my bro to call her so often. Ohkay, not scolding but warning. I know people.... You wanna call me a bossy momma? Go ahead. But how do you keep your mouth shut when the monthly bills shoot up to RM200 per month (padahal their school are next to each other and went tuition together)? They make calls as if they were parted in two different poles of the world.
But, anyhow, things got worse after that. (Don't worry, my mom eventually subscribe those celcom plan where no charges applied when you call your "family"). What I'm referring to here is the relationship between my bro and I. He thinks that I suck (well, I think he suck to btw), like I'm blocking he and his gf together. But I on the other hand doesn't like her because the way she treated my brother sometimes- like her punch bag. You know how she put gasses over my bro when she fight with her mom. And so, I think that part of these changed my bro to become a small gas person, aggresive and impatient. Well, that's what I think at least.
Well, whatever it is..... so far till now, those were just my guessing... I couldn't make conclusion about someone without actually knowing them in person. I'm 20 now and I have to make judgement like a adult. But how???? How am I going to talk to her like I chat with my girlfriends? I don't even dare to think of going shopping, movie or even gossipin with her. Owh... this is HOLY.....
I KNOW I HAVE TO TRY THIS... TO AT LEAST LIKE HER?
p/s: going makan with my bro and his gf tonite at wangsa maju. akward-nyerrrrr
Saturday, June 13
ORBING / ZORBING @ TITIWANGSA.
I went Orbing/Zorbing this morning as participants for Victoria’s LLS project together with 6 of her other team members. What the heck is Zorbing by the way one may wonder. Well, is actually some kinda “sport” I would say whereby you first will be stuff into a HUGE ball with another partner. Then, you will be rolled in a trek. You get to choose to play in dry/ wet condition too. (HELLO, extra RM5 to play in the wet ball)Something like that-lah. So, for RM20, I get to try this sport and do charity at the same time. Fun huh!
THE TREK FOR THE BALL TO ROLL. IT'S MAN PUSHED BY THE WAY :)
What I personally think about this sport is worth a try for once. At least to experience what is it like to be in a washing machine or a mother’s womb. Haha…. Some even called it a freaking vagina… Really. It is really worth a try and not like other extreme sports where you may risk youself getting injured. This is rather a mild one since you were secured properly in da ball.
P/s: more pictures, please browse through my Facebook.
Note: I’m calling this sport here Zorbing but I guess the actual name is ORBING. If you would like to check out more for this game, I guess you should google under the name ORBING instead.
I laugh cause I just farted!
Wednesday, June 3
LONG STORY SHORT; SHORT STORY LONG
THE FOLLOWING IS THE PICTORIAL FORMAT OF WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME RECENTLY
THIS PICT IS NONSENSE. JUST TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I;'D GROWN UP OVER THE FEW WEEKS
I didn't get to enrol into Introduction to Design Class for this semester. And so I'm absolutely taking no elective and I may be taking design class again next semester. Bless me; bless you. In replace of my free elective, I created my own elective; which is learning Japanese language that I'dsidetracked long long time ago. Planning to take the Jap proficiency test this year.
I'm broke concurrently. I attended Deb's bday and ate the most expensive food amongst the whole table. I ordered Lamb Chop (RM 50++) and Absolute Citron (RM20++). I also went shopping spree at BODY SHOP two days ago and bought a few cheap and expensive things. All rounded I spent RM191
I'd finished Law of Ueki in 1 week. Is a good movie tough about friendship and justice of humanity.
I decorated my room. It's really messy. I bought in a few furniture from IKEA RM300 something
I'm going vacation to Cameron Highlands this Friday to celebrate mom's bday. Have not finish doing her present yet. Is a crosstich tough
I'm having Stats exam tomorrow. And If I were to continue this I would otherwise fail. Bless me; bless you.
p/s: this is some new hairstyle that I'd try out….. did you notice that? Is a ribbon on my head…. Kawaiiii desuneh!.
Sorry if these post don't make sense. I'm actually in a hurry to go for gym. Buh byeee…
Sunday, May 17
The Etiquette of Opening a Present
It was at A&W where I held my 10th birthday. I remember that year how I freaked my mom out when I invited everyone to A&W before she even booked a place there. Well, that left her with no choice but to help there. Yeah, it was my most GLAMOROUS birthday (at that time, who want to celebrate their 21st birthday at A&W anymore?).
Everyone was eyeing on the third colorfully wrapped box that I held, warily; wondering when I will reach the 7th present. It seems to take forever. So do me. The reason I’d been opening so slowly was not because the present paper was so unique that I wanted to keep it (at least some of them are really pretty one) but was because I didn’t want to tear away those effort they put into carefully wrapping it. Oh God, I know how difficult to wrap something especially when it is not rectangular shape (that doesn’t mean I don’t give credits to those box-shaped ones, I do. It is still difficult dude). At that time, the feeling of tearing off the present paper into shreds means tearing my friend’s heart too. Fear of getting anyone upset about that is a no no thing. So I took the long way instead. I first scrape off the tape one by one until the present came out. Well, I should say that normally the way they wrapped the present impress me more than the gifts. Well, what to do, we were just poor little kids and we have standard typical gifts right? Pencil box, clock, note book, and blab la bla.
Okay, the main purpose here wasn’t about the best present in the world (hey, perhaps this gonna be a gud discussion topic next time), but how should you open a present that is tightly wrapped with a thousand layers of tape. Since Sangee’s birthday is around the corner. I think the best way to wrap her present would be tapeless if I wanted her to open right in front of me. Perhaps you should share your experience here too. Well, to be honest, I don’t have definite answer here. (Don’t worry; I’ll be changing my blogskin soon so that it is made commendable for every post). But still, you can choose to leave a comment at the tag board. But actually, I think its pretty dead huh my blog. Sometimes, it made me wonder who da heck I’m talking tu. >.<
p/s:i hope you like the new skin, anonymous. I wasted my whole day to look for the right one
Xx Mel











