<?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-6895611232387411779</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:02:15.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mélancolie Noire de la Nuit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-1492342461122993817</id><published>2007-11-12T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:03:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-1492342461122993817?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-3210295354846252775</id><published>2007-09-26T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T05:36:07.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you can bring me up to the highest mountain, with just a touch.&lt;br /&gt;You know you also have the power to put me down to the bottom of hell, with just one word.&lt;br /&gt;If picking myself up and crumbling down again for a million times is the only way to prove my love for you is true, I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;With your smiles, kisses that i tried all means and ways to obtain and touches that you gave unconsciously, I'll hang onto the tinniest glimmer of hope to have you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;Holding you in my arms, feels like coming home.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you enjoy eating what I cook fills me with humility and contentment that I didn't know was possible.&lt;br /&gt;Making you laugh and smile makes me feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;When you rest your head on my shoulder as you sleep, I feel at peace with the world around me.&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand in mine, the jigsaw puzzles fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Your scent, clouds my mind and senses.&lt;br /&gt;Your lovely, smooth skin on mine electrify my whole being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lovers, falling asleep with the one you love in your arms is a mundane thing.&lt;br /&gt;To me, who's been falling asleep with the ghost of us, with you in my arms again for just one night.&lt;br /&gt;It's God's gift.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-3210295354846252775?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-1343422562226756000</id><published>2007-09-24T05:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T05:32:13.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I'm feeling so much that I don't even know how to express myself...&lt;br /&gt;Where to start from...&lt;br /&gt;What to say...&lt;br /&gt;Where to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening...&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling...&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...&lt;br /&gt;I need...&lt;br /&gt;I yearn...&lt;br /&gt;And I hope.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've got too much time on hands now...&lt;br /&gt;That I've got no where to run.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm so tired of myself.&lt;br /&gt;The endless layers of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's really a lethal combination that I'm made of.&lt;br /&gt;Virgo + Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;The logical, practical and optimistic me versus the emotional, intense and pessimistic me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to always be at war with myself internally?&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's warped. So morbidly warped.&lt;br /&gt;Twisted. Tormented. Trapped.&lt;br /&gt;In an invisible yet vivid web of intangible memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's at a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;I stand motionless, in the colors black and white&lt;br /&gt;Starring into space, blindly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-1343422562226756000?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/1343422562226756000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=1343422562226756000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/1343422562226756000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/1343422562226756000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-im-feeling-so-much-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-2329976878442535941</id><published>2007-09-22T05:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T05:39:45.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn... i'm typing with only one and a 'half' hand. Feels super invalid...&lt;br /&gt;Cant pull up my pants when I finish my business in the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;Cant cook cos I cant wash up after myself...&lt;br /&gt;Cant feed myself proper too...&lt;br /&gt;Cant open plastic bottles properly...&lt;br /&gt;Cant wash the right side of my body properly while bathing... (thank god it doesnt itch!)&lt;br /&gt;Cant put on my clothes easily too!!&lt;br /&gt;Cant iron my clothes before i go out... ( so forgive me if I look unkempt to you)&lt;br /&gt;Cant cut my fingernails on my right!!! (disgusting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But Grandma, missy, Missy's mom and princess made life bearable and even enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's abit sucky to be down in a situations like this while my whole family is not in town!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad when my grandma comes over and do the household chores i'm suppose to do but cant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I even have to fight with her to wash a cup!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to see my grandma doing these things. She works as a janitor in the day. It's a tough occupation.&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart when the image of my petite and fragile grandma washing toilets or cleaning up after someone creeps into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I love her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves me too and doesnt mind boiling water to make i have hot water to make a cup of coffeefor myself. But i dont even want her to carry the kettle full of water.&lt;br /&gt;I know she doesn't like to be treated like she's really frail and wrinkled. But i just dont want her to do those heavy chores.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really comforts my soul to have princess and missy-diva around.&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like i'm alone. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I realized there's different kinds of loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling lonely when I was still with her... a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;I was happy but still lonely though she was by my side. A melancholic, sad kind of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the one I love so deeply, doesn't really understands me, my thoughts, my beliefs, my hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But doubts my love for her perpetually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now surrounded by besties and buddies who do understands me and cares for me, I'm still lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm not understood... not that my dreams are not heard.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I'm not complaining. Just writing what i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And this loneliness is strangely bearable... it's just that...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feel and the closeness of a lover's embrace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I have no desire to commit myself to another anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Black has always been my color...&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's the reason why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mind me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just blabbering nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's sad that you don't seem concern about my injury at all...&lt;br /&gt;Guess I no longer matters to you...&lt;br /&gt;Wrongfully accused...&lt;br /&gt;The purest of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-2329976878442535941?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/2329976878442535941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=2329976878442535941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/2329976878442535941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/2329976878442535941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-7483441391522356537</id><published>2007-09-17T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:47:30.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Summer wind that's full of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;It came from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to express myself,&lt;br /&gt;Let wine be my companion.&lt;br /&gt;Cold, night rain.&lt;br /&gt;Its droplets fell onto this picture.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back seems like a dream,&lt;br /&gt;That's unmoving.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped, missing you,&lt;br /&gt;This faded picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Ah, like a flower that stopped blossoming,&lt;br /&gt;Like frozen ice that's not cold.&lt;br /&gt;It's seems like there's so much said.&lt;br /&gt;Regretfully, I didn't comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, perhaps the wine is losing its alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;Or my heart's really empty.&lt;br /&gt;Such that I can feel the tremors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture,&lt;br /&gt;I cant take my eyes off.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find,&lt;br /&gt;A rupture in the track of time.&lt;br /&gt;Wilderness of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Tells me it's hard to learn of your whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back is just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to escape from missing you,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you're deeply ingrained in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a translation of the chinese lyrics I posted earlier...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-7483441391522356537?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/7483441391522356537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=7483441391522356537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/7483441391522356537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/7483441391522356537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/09/summer-wind-thats-full-of-sorrow-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-4480900563674847303</id><published>2007-09-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:28:28.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music is a very big part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Songs that I love, always represents my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I guess many of us are similar in this way.&lt;br /&gt;However, it's sad for me to always get the feeling that no one can really understand or appreciate the songs that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends would comment that the songs I listen to are so sad...&lt;br /&gt;Melancholic...&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was young... I was drawn to the song Unchained Melody.&lt;br /&gt;I was a big fan of the Heavenly king Jacky Cheung. I love his cantonese songs. I didn't understand the songs at all, not when I was barely out of primary school. Just loved the melodies. The passion in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;Now when I re-visit the songs and looked up the lyrics, I could actually relate to them.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty amazing... to see what experiences in life can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;They change your perspectives in life and the depth of your emotional perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try understanding the lyrics of this song.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll get a better understanding of what I'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恼春风&lt;br /&gt;我心因何恼春风&lt;br /&gt;说不出&lt;br /&gt;借酒相送&lt;br /&gt;夜雨冻&lt;br /&gt;雨点透射到照片中&lt;br /&gt;回头似是梦&lt;br /&gt;无法弹动&lt;br /&gt;迷住凝望你&lt;br /&gt;褪色照片中&lt;br /&gt;啊&lt;br /&gt;像花虽未红&lt;br /&gt;如冰虽不冻&lt;br /&gt;却像有无数说话&lt;br /&gt;可惜我听不懂&lt;br /&gt;啊&lt;br /&gt;是杯酒渐浓&lt;br /&gt;或我心真空&lt;br /&gt;何以感震动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;照片中&lt;br /&gt;那可以投照片中&lt;br /&gt;盼找到&lt;br /&gt;时间裂缝&lt;br /&gt;夜放纵&lt;br /&gt;告知我难寻你芳踪&lt;br /&gt;回头也是梦&lt;br /&gt;仍似被动&lt;br /&gt;逃避凝望你&lt;br /&gt;却深印脑中&lt;br /&gt;啊&lt;br /&gt;像花虽未红&lt;br /&gt;如冰虽不冻&lt;br /&gt;却像有无数说话&lt;br /&gt;可惜我听不懂&lt;br /&gt;啊&lt;br /&gt;是杯酒渐浓&lt;br /&gt;或我心真空&lt;br /&gt;何以感震动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊&lt;br /&gt;像花虽未红&lt;br /&gt;如冰虽不冻&lt;br /&gt;却像有无数说话&lt;br /&gt;可惜我听不懂&lt;br /&gt;啊&lt;br /&gt;是杯酒渐浓&lt;br /&gt;或我心真空&lt;br /&gt;何以感震动&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-4480900563674847303?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/4480900563674847303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=4480900563674847303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/4480900563674847303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/4480900563674847303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/09/music-is-very-big-part-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-7501877498762000786</id><published>2007-08-27T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T08:25:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pursue my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;A dream house - A mega big house with several rooms, coz I intend to share with my Sampan 'Wildthangs' Quartet. A porch big enough for 5 cars, a nice swimming pool at the back of the house to host our private parties for Grrls only! &lt;br /&gt;A dream car - A sleek, black BMW Z4 convertible. Style and class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting what's left of my heart aside now.&lt;br /&gt;Like the monstrous octopus being in P.O.C, who kept his heart in a chest and stowed it away where no one else can find it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wish to be touched anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to feel romance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna play solitaire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-7501877498762000786?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/7501877498762000786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=7501877498762000786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/7501877498762000786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/7501877498762000786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wanna-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-5256748101643555983</id><published>2007-08-08T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T05:45:17.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so DAMN funny and true... to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgo - Your Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/virgo-love.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly thoughtful and able to give your partner what they need most.&lt;br /&gt;You are totally logical. You can deal with problems without involving your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;A good work ethic. You'll do whatever it takes (within reason) to make your relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are so focused on your goals that you let your relationships suffer&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a perfectionist - and expect perfection from your mate as well&lt;br /&gt;You are picky. So picky that you rather be single than with someone who has a few minor faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Values success in life as much as you do&lt;br /&gt;Fits a checklist of qualities you've been looking for since childhood&lt;br /&gt;Like you, is more practical and realistic than romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active. You're a bit hyper, so you'd prefer a date that involved rollerblading in the park or hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may seem a bit shy, but once you open up to someone - you're totally uninhibited&lt;br /&gt;You like to set the scene first - candles, music, nice sheets&lt;br /&gt;A bit obsessed with cleanliness, you may want to shower first with your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soften up a little. Vulnerability is sexy - and feels great over time.&lt;br /&gt;Lower your standards a little. Look past a messy desk or someone being five minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;Praise your partner more. You make expect them to be successful, but complements are still appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Navy blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Wednesday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to correct a few points though...&lt;br /&gt;1) I do not have a list of qualities that my partner has to fulfill before I fall in love... except one - Love me for who I am. As long as this woman can do this... PLUS chemistry and a 'meant to be' situation, I'm all yours, to keep for life.&lt;br /&gt;2) Despite being a virgo, I'm not really shy. In fact, I'm too out-going for many girls to accept. It's sucks, and PPL, being friendly does not equate to being FLIRTATIOUS. Neither does being cheeky = PLAYER. &lt;br /&gt;3) I can be logical. But I AM emotional too. &lt;br /&gt;4) Virgos are generally easy to understand and pretty straightforward ppl. But I'm not just that. I'm a book with logical facts but you have to read between the lines to truly understand me. Decipher me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-5256748101643555983?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/5256748101643555983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=5256748101643555983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/5256748101643555983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/5256748101643555983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-so-damn-funny-and-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-7251072715170851040</id><published>2007-08-05T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:42:54.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crucified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm bled dry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive the nail in deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolong my pain.... not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My still bleeding heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting faint...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-7251072715170851040?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/7251072715170851040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=7251072715170851040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/7251072715170851040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/7251072715170851040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/08/once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-8849533868808603025</id><published>2007-07-27T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T05:07:56.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I reached the end of the circle?&lt;br /&gt;Only to find myself back at square one&lt;br /&gt;Back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of my convocation.&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;Totally overwhelmed by the tsunami of memories.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of us.&lt;br /&gt;Happy times, sad times...&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've waited like a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;To wear the funny looking gown.&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise that I've also waited a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;To meet someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so near, yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;Cliche, but literally so true.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'd come out after class&lt;br /&gt;To take a picture with me.&lt;br /&gt;To be with me, during the most important moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;But you were nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard, trying to smile at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;I went home early,&lt;br /&gt;Tired, feet screaming from wearing three-inch high heels.&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to my bed after shower.&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed immediately. Uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing, I texted you saying that the day sucked.&lt;br /&gt;You asked why. I replied coz you weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;And it lead to an apology and dinner straight after that.&lt;br /&gt;From feeling so damn low and lousy, you brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you again after so long...&lt;br /&gt;Another realization hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop breathing if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I sent you home after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up staying over that night.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about us... a few more tears shed.&lt;br /&gt;Being so close to you... feels like coming home.&lt;br /&gt;You snuggled up to me in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so at peace with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-8849533868808603025?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/8849533868808603025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=8849533868808603025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/8849533868808603025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/8849533868808603025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-i-reached-end-of-circle-only-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-719346830346756893</id><published>2007-07-23T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T04:14:01.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every now and then...&lt;br /&gt;I come to a certain revelation about MY life, myself  and the journey I've embarked on so far.&lt;br /&gt;Feel as though I'm reaching the end of a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to a senior of mine recently.&lt;br /&gt;Superbly surprised at how much she has changed during the past 2-3 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;From someone who was very devoted to love and relationships&lt;br /&gt;She has become a player who plays with players too.&lt;br /&gt;Something she said got stuck in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;That she's taking time off from serious relationship&lt;br /&gt;Trying to know more about herself and enjoy being single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of November Rain came into my mind at this moment as I'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you need some time on your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody need some time on their own?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The scariest thing I've come to realise now is:&lt;br /&gt;I've grown accustomed to being alone.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer crave for any kind of special attachment with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel a kind of envy when I'm out with couples P.D.A-ing in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel NOTHING when couples passes me by.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps... I'm just too cynical.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, love's sweet, passionate, wild and overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;But it can be so excruciatingly painful, emotionally and mentally crippling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm thinking of is what's the point of having something that has an expiry date of its sweetness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point at all.&lt;br /&gt;Especially not, when I still can't get past all the scars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who doesnt long for someone to hold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;But then again, who's kidding who?&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm still on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-719346830346756893?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/719346830346756893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=719346830346756893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/719346830346756893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/719346830346756893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/07/every-now-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-1274726620685666537</id><published>2007-07-18T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:29:11.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Incompatible, it don't matter though&lt;br /&gt;'cos someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;br /&gt;you're not easy to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible MS. Loveable&lt;br /&gt;is already in my life?&lt;br /&gt;right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you're in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;circles never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how do I find the perfect fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's enough for everyone&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still waiting in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;class id="NoSteal"&gt;&lt;/class&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very emotional today.&lt;br /&gt;No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because I saw a couple breaking up right in front of me last night.&lt;br /&gt;And it brought back all the painful memories.&lt;br /&gt;How I tried to get through that thick, defensive and stubborn barrier&lt;br /&gt;You'd always erect when you're angry.&lt;br /&gt;How painful it is to be blocked out by you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm just trying to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is the worst form of violence.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you behave like I dont exist.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarred. Beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;By loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-1274726620685666537?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/1274726620685666537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=1274726620685666537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/1274726620685666537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/1274726620685666537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/07/incompatible-it-dont-matter-though-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-2268254927909114280</id><published>2007-07-15T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:38:32.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alot of things had happened during the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;It's been an emotional, mental and physical rollarcoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;All will come to an end tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my career path,&lt;br /&gt;Whether I've been right or totally and disastrously wrong all along will come to light in less than 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My social life, in other words frens...&lt;br /&gt;Weird is the word.&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing the Love doctor for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Giving out advices...&lt;br /&gt;Trying to mend some broken hearts...&lt;br /&gt;Or salvage a few dying relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Tips to court a girl... blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;WAH!&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRONIC!!&lt;br /&gt;I cant even handle my own relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;So why the hell am I dishing out solutions and suggestions to help others?&lt;br /&gt;The scariest thing is...&lt;br /&gt;They actually worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... was talking to YW.&lt;br /&gt;And all the while I was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that everyone around me has someone to love or be loved by...&lt;br /&gt;Except me?&lt;br /&gt;Felt very empty inside.&lt;br /&gt;Not totally empty... coz I know more about myself then I ever did before.&lt;br /&gt;But life's still in shades of black and grey...&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the colors go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still so trapped in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Still can't bear to talk about you.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could an angel break my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why didn't she catch my falling star?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I didn't wish so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I wished the love apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could an angel break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my soul is crying, it's dying...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand...&lt;br /&gt;Please help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-2268254927909114280?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/2268254927909114280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=2268254927909114280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/2268254927909114280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/2268254927909114280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/07/alot-of-things-had-happened-during-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-464331918697595592</id><published>2007-07-11T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:35:55.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's over and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the heartache lives on inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And who's the one you're clinging to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instead of me, tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought that from this heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I've run long enough to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There aint no way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cant nobody do it like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say every little thing you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say stays on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I thought I could just get over you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But see there's something I just can't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the way that you hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the sweet things you've told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just cant run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To let go of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you hate me more and more each day&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;Running around, moving on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it aint the way you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to let my life be at a standstill&lt;br /&gt;Just for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the weak emotional fool that I once was.&lt;br /&gt;That doesnt mean I love you any less.&lt;br /&gt;But you're just too bitter to see this.&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand my situation now, a year later.&lt;br /&gt;There's alot more to life than love.&lt;br /&gt;I want to share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont force you since you're so adamant about this.&lt;br /&gt;Letting you go is my gift of love to you.&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you're with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope and I pray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere in your heart, I'll always stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-464331918697595592?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/464331918697595592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=464331918697595592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/464331918697595592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/464331918697595592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/07/emotions.html' title='Emotions.'/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895611232387411779.post-4715162427139250409</id><published>2007-07-08T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:30:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Been searching for the ideal template for this blog... scanning through thousands of them in Blogskin... Felt like an idiot doing so... and was wondering...&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my god, I didnt realise how much effort has to be put in to set up a blog ! Wow, many of my Blogger friends must have had alot of free time to do such things...'&lt;br /&gt;Salute to you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if anything were to happen to this blog of mine... I don't think I'll be bothered to blog anymore... Too much of a hassle!!&lt;br /&gt;Been really tired the whole week... working at nights aint a good thing. Now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;It's just difficult to sleep peacefully when there are people walking around in the house. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Tired... emotionally and mentally...&lt;br /&gt;Need a break... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;Get my hair done.&lt;br /&gt;Before my convocation... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;23rd July will be my official final day in NTU.&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;To you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895611232387411779-4715162427139250409?l=darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/4715162427139250409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895611232387411779&amp;postID=4715162427139250409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/4715162427139250409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895611232387411779/posts/default/4715162427139250409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Esther Nip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563066224499514524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMd8VZiopmE/Sf8a84a_JvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RuiB3O_Edkg/S220/EstherNip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
