<?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-6719393</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:30:10.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|õ\/3™~ ~=`**Miche||e**`=~ [D]reamer a|sh|teRu </title><subtitle type='html'>**Let me go with ur love in my heart as memories**
**No one is true**
**I can't dream. Sleepless nite hav got me bad. The only dream i had is to be with you**</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>313</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3092495503600499694</id><published>2008-01-05T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:02:10.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i realised, i got so immue, i forgot it taste salty till one drop fell onto my lips and spreaded across. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R350hRUeCGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S01Wi-xYYAg/s1600-h/tears_of_nature.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151683138692188258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R350hRUeCGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S01Wi-xYYAg/s320/tears_of_nature.preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R350ahUeCFI/AAAAAAAAANI/9DOdHzICkek/s1600-h/tears_of_nature.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3092495503600499694?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3092495503600499694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3092495503600499694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3092495503600499694' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R350hRUeCGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S01Wi-xYYAg/s72-c/tears_of_nature.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-7756760554243535760</id><published>2007-12-29T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:42:00.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chalet was exciting, really exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached downtown east when it was nearing and they were watching mr and mrs smith. we went for dinner after the movie ended and waited for the rest to come before we go for our night cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we were waiting, i got hit by this ball on my cheeck bone. it was so painful i cried! if you're thinking this ball is a huge one, you are so wrong. it looks like a small pathetic ball, but the pain it inflicted was so damn pain. looks are so deciving. aaron was so guilty because he was the one who threw the ball when it hit my face. but its alright actually, they just have to pay for my fees for a professional plastic surgon if anything goes wrong with my face. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were heroes throughout then entire night cycling trip. we cycled from 11.30pm to 6.15am.. from downtown east, to changi then to ecp and using the same route, we came back to downtown east. on the way, we were stopped by 2 policemen for screening, but they were really nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dallas, thanks for the panadols.&lt;br /&gt;aaron, thanks for the hard work on the bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;daniel, thanks for rushing me back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scary part of that eugene was rollar bladeing when he fell down and did a sommersuat on the road. there were even sparks created due to the fricition between his wheels and the road. he rollar blade throughout the trip.. while the others rotated the blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us were so dead tired when we when back to the chalet.. suhui, heeday and i had a horrible time sleeping because we werent able to stretch out our legs. we were so happy when we could lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our leg muscles ached like nobody's business.. and our butts. ohmygoodness. it hurts the moment you sit down. suhui and i used the pillow for extra cushioning. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to koky's place in the afternoon to saw him do his stars.. it kind of failed. =x but its a blessing in disguss! cause if his stars were a sucess, he will be busy with his stars and he can't send me home after the BBQ. wahahahaha. heaven is on my side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mel, dallas, daniel.. and many people whom i haven seen for a long long time. it was really nice to have a gathering. laughing together and stuffs. i really miss the good old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i didnt get to see valerie.. miss her so much. hope to see her soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for tml, its another project day.&lt;br /&gt;lets pray that our grp will not experience LDMR ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-7756760554243535760?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7756760554243535760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7756760554243535760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7756760554243535760' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-7212883444775036834</id><published>2007-12-26T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:14:38.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm awake at this time is because,&lt;br /&gt;1. i've to go my project&lt;br /&gt;2. my bloody neighbour is renovating his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the vibration when i touch the wall. imagine how loud is that. omg. i so wanna die. its so noisy. i couldn't even hear my phone ring when my mum called my a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i've got a damn strong urge to shout, "SHUTUP ASSHOLE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 9am in the morning, and he started at like 8am. sickening fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its boxing day, can't i have some PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-7212883444775036834?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7212883444775036834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7212883444775036834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7212883444775036834' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-8940554843177209509</id><published>2007-12-19T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:55:02.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from mount faber and kent ridge park was magnificant. i didn't get to take any photos though because i forgot to bring my camera! and a phone with 3.2 megapixel was apparently insufficient. but it was alright.. becuase i had something more important than photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though photos appeals to our senses, they will fade, but memories don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at mount faber..&lt;br /&gt;i remember the huge sparkling christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;i remember the other christmas tree which will glow (even though i didn't see any glow)&lt;br /&gt;i remember the beautiful lightings&lt;br /&gt;i remember jewel box&lt;br /&gt;i remember the view over the sea&lt;br /&gt;i remember the view over singapore&lt;br /&gt;i remember climbing that long flight of stairs to see nothing&lt;br /&gt;i remember climbing till my legs got weak&lt;br /&gt;i remember you laughing at my weak legs&lt;br /&gt;i remember those huge red ants&lt;br /&gt;i remember most seats were wet due to the rain and we couldn't find one which had shelter&lt;br /&gt;i remember you said i look like a flasher with your jacket&lt;br /&gt;i remember your expressions when you went up and down mount faber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kent ridge park..&lt;br /&gt;i remember getting lost before we finally found our way&lt;br /&gt;i remember going up that really steep slope&lt;br /&gt;i remember feeling scared going up the slope&lt;br /&gt;i remember you assuring me that going up the slope is nothing scary&lt;br /&gt;i remember hearing frogs croak&lt;br /&gt;i remember you laughing at me for looking dumb&lt;br /&gt;i remember you scolded me for wanting to seat on the ground&lt;br /&gt;i remember your excitment going up and down kent ridge park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember you trying to bring me from places to places in the rain&lt;br /&gt;i remember you always had the best interest for me&lt;br /&gt;i remember you always keeping the best for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember everything&lt;br /&gt;and i hope to remember more ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more, and much more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-8940554843177209509?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8940554843177209509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8940554843177209509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8940554843177209509' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-6476777973664330399</id><published>2007-12-02T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:23:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick now, awfully sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was havin throat and ear infection a few days ago. and while i'm still recovering from that, i've got a bad flu now! i sneeze and have got block nose for a few moments and after that, my nose starts to be dripping mucus. it sounds gross, but that is how my body is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get so hungry after all the sneezing but once i found something to eat, i start to feel disgusted over the food and rather not eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine samsung phone is also hospitalised. even though i dropped it for like 10 times, i DID NOT do it on purpose. it were all accidents!!! but i think my phone hates me now. i can't charge it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've sent it to the service centre. they said they will get it repaired for me and they are going to change my tarnished cover for me for FREE. my baby is going to look like a brand new phone. hurray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other time when i went to change my keypad and the metal thing meant for hanging moblie phone strips at sony ericson, they charged me even though it was still on warrently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the difference i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-6476777973664330399?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6476777973664330399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6476777973664330399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6476777973664330399' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-1025820249737859001</id><published>2007-11-26T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:12:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dropped my phone for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10TH&lt;/span&gt; time yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-1025820249737859001?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1025820249737859001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1025820249737859001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1025820249737859001' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-7212990606513242361</id><published>2007-11-22T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:03:17.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bloody hell dropped my beloved phone for the 8th time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM GOING TO FAINT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that phone is my precious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sides are tarnished and i can see dents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please tell me that my precious is going to last me for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whines*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-7212990606513242361?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7212990606513242361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7212990606513242361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7212990606513242361' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-7777068007110543905</id><published>2007-11-20T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:14:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he brought me to yishun dam via seletar airport route..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the view was awfully pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew such sceneries existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the houses, greenland and air looked as though we were at the country side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw kids playing in the drain;&lt;br /&gt;roosters let loose in the garden;&lt;br /&gt;dogs kept inside the fence which were so short that they could leap out any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one moment, i thought i was out of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this path leading to yishun dam which was by the sea (or was is reservior, i don't know) which is REALLY REALLY PRETTY. the clouds were nicely scattered in the blue sky, and the waters were so clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it just felt so magical. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to catch the sunset.. but the clouds covered everything. BUT still, it was alright! the clouds did a wonderful job covering it so beautifully. and the best part was that i has his accompaniment ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had his way of laughing at me staining the shirt with donut chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;he had his way of eating the remaining donut.&lt;br /&gt;i had my way of atempting of leaning against him and causing him to fall off the railing he was sitting on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he definitely had his way of balancing himself back in position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he simply have got his own way of doing things...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-7777068007110543905?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7777068007110543905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7777068007110543905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7777068007110543905' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-4193710883785298895</id><published>2007-11-18T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:31:27.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MST week is over. it was over a LONG LONG time ago. but i only bother to blog about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accidently touch the exhaust pipe on his bike and now i've got this burn on the bone on my wrist. it hurts. i've tried the toothpaste thing.. but it doesn't seems to be working. anybody got any ways to kill the pain? it hurts whenever i rub against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he brought me out a long time ago.. these pictures are very very overdue. but i still wanna flaunt them. haha.. the places were really beautiful((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A3z_DSmnI/AAAAAAAAALo/1IoGtT8ER1E/s1600-h/Photo0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134164941440457330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A3z_DSmnI/AAAAAAAAALo/1IoGtT8ER1E/s320/Photo0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A4EvDSmoI/AAAAAAAAALw/8mumQXu3-BM/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134165229203266178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A4EvDSmoI/AAAAAAAAALw/8mumQXu3-BM/s320/Photo0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A4Z_DSmpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Gn0BRugOwiE/s1600-h/Photo0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134165594275486354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A4Z_DSmpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Gn0BRugOwiE/s320/Photo0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A4jPDSmqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KTchibyQN2k/s1600-h/Photo0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134165753189276322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A4jPDSmqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KTchibyQN2k/s320/Photo0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A47fDSmrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k1D9FwG_qD4/s1600-h/Photo0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134166169801104050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A47fDSmrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k1D9FwG_qD4/s320/Photo0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5MPDSmsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fendipHp2FM/s1600-h/Photo0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134166457563912898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5MPDSmsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fendipHp2FM/s320/Photo0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5T_DSmtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/vf-Wn5n19pY/s1600-h/Photo0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134166590707899090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5T_DSmtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/vf-Wn5n19pY/s320/Photo0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he and his monkey faces. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5b_DSmuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-yGcCa8iC1E/s1600-h/Photo0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134166728146852578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5b_DSmuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-yGcCa8iC1E/s320/Photo0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5l_DSmvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cvO7y_fXnmc/s1600-h/Photo0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134166899945544434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5l_DSmvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cvO7y_fXnmc/s320/Photo0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad, it isn't SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5v_DSmwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/i8CaTp4tbWQ/s1600-h/Photo0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134167071744236290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A5v_DSmwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/i8CaTp4tbWQ/s320/Photo0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's SIA!&lt;br /&gt;if only i was tall enough.. i wanna be a Singapore girl and fly around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;yea, and this world is full of "if only".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A58fDSmxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iVwqdY-xobQ/s1600-h/Photo0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134167286492601106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A58fDSmxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iVwqdY-xobQ/s320/Photo0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A6bvDSmyI/AAAAAAAAANA/-kHn0iFMLkM/s1600-h/Photo0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134167823363513122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A6bvDSmyI/AAAAAAAAANA/-kHn0iFMLkM/s320/Photo0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to malaysia on foot for the first time and it was chaotic! the going-there part wasn't so bad. but the leaving part was HORRENDOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at malaysia's immigration, i saw this old man and he was begging for money. but he wasn't any ordinary begger with one leg gone. he had both legs. if you were to look at his body and up till the knee, you will find that he is standard perfectly fine.. but i got a shock of my life when i saw his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of his leg was bent to a 180 degrees! and i mean it. our toes on both feet are facing outwards right.. his wasn't. his left foot was facing in the normal direction, but his right foot wasn't. it was totally in an opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to reach into my pocket to give him some money..but before i knew it, i was pushed up to the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the way people walk pass him everyday? rushing and pushing without even glancing at a poor old man? he looked seriously in pain. and with that condition.. he should be sitting down.. but he was standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;what have our world become to?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is time for ALL of us to do some reflection upon ourselves.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today could have ended as a happy day. but somehow and somethings happened.. and things aren't as happy. in fact, they are sore and painful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even more sore, and even more painful than my burnt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where were you when i needed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sch's gonna start tml, again.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know how i ended as one of the main cast in the december play along with fiona.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be rehersals and rehersals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'm trying to love school, really. my classmates are really great people. especially the SOTONGS! hahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;but sometimes, i can't help but feel nostalgic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-4193710883785298895?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4193710883785298895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4193710883785298895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4193710883785298895' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/R0A3z_DSmnI/AAAAAAAAALo/1IoGtT8ER1E/s72-c/Photo0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3192228634996984689</id><published>2007-10-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:40:36.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so proud of myself all of the sudden. and the reason is....... TERRY IS ASKING ME TO TEACH HIM HOW TO USE MS WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-t[3]rry-x - &lt;i&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;teach mi ms word LOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-t[3]rry-x - &lt;i&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to make the content page, like err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems solving.............................1&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah.....................................2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-t[3]rry-x - &lt;i&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;lidat de, how to do ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-t[3]rry-x - &lt;i&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun1 type out the dots myself leh LOl will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-t[3]rry-x - &lt;i&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;i highlight my fonts le den do tt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ELLEhcim says:&lt;br /&gt;ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ELLEhcim says:&lt;br /&gt;you set the font color the do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ELLEhcim says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if you can highlight the dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-t[3]rry-x - &lt;i&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;i try le no changes, &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA NOOB ! PLS DUN TELL OTHER PPL I STUDY IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-t[3]rry-x - &lt;i&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;im a nurse ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAH!!! i'm laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;ITAB is so useful. even though the lesson sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koky darling, i really enjoyed myself the on friday and saturday.. it was really sweet of you bringing me around.. i love the little presents you bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you dummy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3192228634996984689?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3192228634996984689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3192228634996984689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3192228634996984689' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-871577149978319974</id><published>2007-10-14T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:15:30.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my godma's niece's journal.&lt;br /&gt;she's only 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;topic: when do you feel happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy when i eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy when i eat chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy when i help miss le.&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy when i am in singapore (she is currently staying in china because her dad works there).&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy when daddy brings me swimming.&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy when i receive presents and ang bao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how innocent a child is.&lt;br /&gt;simple wants will make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;they're so easily contented..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a child again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-871577149978319974?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/871577149978319974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/871577149978319974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#871577149978319974' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-5689276911974614009</id><published>2007-10-12T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:55:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my toilet is WREAKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-WmVRjnGI/AAAAAAAAALA/uquxG5cbxd8/s1600-h/Photo0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120476886633520226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-WmVRjnGI/AAAAAAAAALA/uquxG5cbxd8/s320/Photo0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than 30 tiles came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at the mess created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-W-1RjnHI/AAAAAAAAALI/2fSJV-waZJE/s1600-h/Photo0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120477307540315250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-W-1RjnHI/AAAAAAAAALI/2fSJV-waZJE/s320/Photo0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-XI1RjnII/AAAAAAAAALQ/0PO3_zrg6HU/s1600-h/Photo0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120477479339007106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-XI1RjnII/AAAAAAAAALQ/0PO3_zrg6HU/s320/Photo0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-XPFRjnJI/AAAAAAAAALY/-QAcAtXEQU4/s1600-h/Photo0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120477586713189522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-XPFRjnJI/AAAAAAAAALY/-QAcAtXEQU4/s320/Photo0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-XV1RjnKI/AAAAAAAAALg/i2juOaAZ9sY/s1600-h/Photo0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120477702677306530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-XV1RjnKI/AAAAAAAAALg/i2juOaAZ9sY/s320/Photo0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*grasp* broken tiles everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;thank god no one was in the toilet at that point of time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;koky got his bike.. the seat is kinda comfortable. big and soft..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the feeling of riding a bike and a car is totally different. when you're in the car 65km/hr is nothing at all, but when you're on the bike..65km/hr feels as though you are moving so fast! its kind of scary. and i get restless sitting at the back for too long.. hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and koky, i hope you don't get lost again okie ((:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-5689276911974614009?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5689276911974614009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5689276911974614009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5689276911974614009' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rw-WmVRjnGI/AAAAAAAAALA/uquxG5cbxd8/s72-c/Photo0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-2328589367102452626</id><published>2007-10-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:47:26.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to visit my aunt at the hospital.. she finally got her operation done. she does look better now, no longer that in pain look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really kind of funny listening to how the doctor operated on her since she was only on general anaesthetic. she could hear the sound of the saw and the sound of the doctors knocking the nails into her bone. there were short and long nails. she could even show me how long the nails were with her fingers - this means that she was wide awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would have fainted if i were her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with few of my cousins at the hospital and realised that one of them really does love food. he is only in his early or mid thirties and his belly is even bigger than my dad's! (my dad's belly is big) and his face is ROUND. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness. his image is totally gone. still to think that he used to be the tall and fit one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got dragged out for ba ku tei with them.. saw his new car. it looks really cute and small! i didn't take a picture of his car but this car is of the same model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RweRfFRjnFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KJ90FDzA3aU/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118219464707644498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RweRfFRjnFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KJ90FDzA3aU/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it looks like an egg and an spaceship at the same time. the egg in terms of the shape and size. and the spaceship in terms of the design of the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna get such a cute car in the future too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-2328589367102452626?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2328589367102452626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2328589367102452626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2328589367102452626' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RweRfFRjnFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KJ90FDzA3aU/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-7825342865047004896</id><published>2007-09-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:28:30.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two diferent people living in two different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;they have got practically nothing in common- except for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;that thing is the ony link.. yet again, this link can never explain the similarities these 2 have in common.&lt;br /&gt;this world is just too scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has reopen-ed. but it does not feel as though it does. lecture was erm, boring. i didn't exactly dozed off but i was starring into space, just blankly into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it just feels so boring.. but then again, sometimes its fun.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so contridicting myself. whatever, this is life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lantern festival doesn't feel like lantern festival this year... it just don't feel right. and i don't know how to explain why it doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shit, i think i'm having problems expressing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BRITHDAY HUILAN ((:&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the cake and present!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-7825342865047004896?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7825342865047004896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7825342865047004896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7825342865047004896' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-4001521472982077107</id><published>2007-09-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:57:08.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody save me.. i'm feeling emotic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels bad to feel so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm having diarrhoea.. the amount of shit coming out is even more than my urine. it feels horrible and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope this doesn't happen tml especially when i'm going to work. out on the streets asking people to do survey for you, constantly getting rejecting, and the toilet is so unreachable. asking people to do surveys isn't such as easy job. so please, if anyone happens to approach you, asking you to help out.. please help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RuVmQ-hlQEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/F9Ln1KonrBk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108601794169487426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RuVmQ-hlQEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/F9Ln1KonrBk/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiona -&gt; twit. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RuVm2-hlQFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oxVuBwU-oB0/s1600-h/Photo0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108602447004516434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RuVm2-hlQFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oxVuBwU-oB0/s320/Photo0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;colourful oven gloves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RuVnH-hlQGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rT1QILDMte4/s1600-h/Photo0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108602739062292578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RuVnH-hlQGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rT1QILDMte4/s320/Photo0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mountain ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RuVnY-hlQHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mWIQNqyrlvw/s1600-h/Photo0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108603031120068722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RuVnY-hlQHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mWIQNqyrlvw/s320/Photo0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona, suhui and i met this beautiful girl on the train the other day. she have got this ang mo look on her.. and her eyes are really big with thick and long lashes. simply beautiful. she smiled at us and offered us sweets! it was so sweet of her. we were so afraid of her mother being unhappy with us for asking her name and stuffs, but her mother was really nice.. her mother allowed us to play and chat with her. (not all parents allow and are happy about such things) and this is picture of us wanting to snap a picture of her. but she got shy and used the lolipop we gave her to cover her face. haha.. so adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-4001521472982077107?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4001521472982077107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4001521472982077107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4001521472982077107' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RuVmQ-hlQEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/F9Ln1KonrBk/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-242069787407436715</id><published>2007-09-01T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:44:04.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dummy is playing mahjiong WITHOUT ME!!! my hands are so itchy. i want MJ!!! *sends signals to suhui.* LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tampanies ikea today. the air con was so cold that i couldn't enjoy looking at the furnitures. i want to change my cupboard. it is bursting. but my current cupboard is built in so it makes things very complicated. there was also this pink rollar chair.. very nice, but the seat is hard.. i want a soft rollar chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the food at alexandra ikea is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dummy also got his haircut. its a bit -.- not worth the money at all. it looked as though there is no difference. all the hairdresser did was like styled his hair only? and her styling is also -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bintan, bintan, bintan! lalala~ i'm not the one going there anyway. dumb is.. for 3 days! thank god there's something called auto-roaming. hahaha. and he promised to bring back nice seashells for me! can't wait to see them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-242069787407436715?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/242069787407436715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/242069787407436715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#242069787407436715' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-4772779852569113697</id><published>2007-08-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:40:33.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are over. i don't know if i should add in the word "finally". cause it seems that i've got nothing to do now. not nothing as in nothing, but nothing as in aimless. maybe i should start reading again. any good recommendations anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i have been a glutton lately. late night supper during the exam period. and now its all the junk food. at least for today, i had 5 meals. first was breakfast, then went over to my tutee's place and her mom gave me food again. went home for lunch, went out after that, had tea break and dinner. i really did ate a lot for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest part for dinner was that we went to this chinese resturant which specialised in ducks and there was these 3 ang mo sitting behind our table. usually for chinese, we will order a duck and a few other dishes to share right? but the ang mo each ordered a duck. i don't know how big is the proportion, but it was a lot of one person lah. and they were like "er.. is it really supposed to be like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my godma spotted it and told us. we started to speak in hokkien since we thought they might understand chinese. and guess what, they looked at us with that "well, i can sort of understand what you're talking abt" look. after the meal, my dad asked us in hokkien if they finished all their food (my dad was sitting back facing them, and i was directly facing them). i guess he spoke a bit too loud. one of the ang mo ladies looked at me and smiled! and the same lady smiled and nodded her head a me when we were leaving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they really understood what we were saying. its like OMGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also this air stewardess at the resturant.. talking to her boyfriend i supposed. it was about her clients and the tips they received. something like asking for $400.. hoping to get around $250 but got $300 instead. i didn't know air stewardness receives tips.. do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokkaido ice cream is really good ((:&lt;br /&gt;i recommend durian and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;oooo SOLID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-4772779852569113697?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4772779852569113697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4772779852569113697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4772779852569113697' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-549235267810728462</id><published>2007-08-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:09:35.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with koky ytd and we caught license to wed. the show was not bad. just that the plot seems to be moving in quite a fast pace. at first the couple still have got 3 weeks to wed, and POOF, they're going to get married the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like their wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;"NEVER TO FART"&lt;br /&gt; haha. it was supposed to be "never to part". but his wife found it interesting so yea. they kept their "never to fart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koky wants me to blog this:&lt;br /&gt;i dropped my fork on my WHITE FABRIC BAG while eating. so it has a black mark now. i'm going to throw it into the washing machine soon. it looks horrible. jian bu de guan lah. he had such a good time laughing at my dumb-ness. i'm so not dumb. that was a PURE accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to starhub to get my phone with daddy today. and yes, it is finally in mua hands now. hohoho. it should be on display in shops next month. i'm giving it a full charge now and i will be able to use it tml.. as for mine old phone, i love it too much to sell it away. so i'm going to send it for servicing and keep it nicely in my cupboard. who knows, i might be swopping phones. moreover my cyber shot phone is not even a year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got curlers too. i tried it out just now and found that i looked kinda funny. haha. seems mature to me, but my mommy said it looks okay. and to the dads, we're always the vainpots. what can girls do excpet being vain right. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy got her new vacuum cleaner. or rather i got a new vacuum cleaner since i'm always the one doing the vacuuming. seriously, i rather do the laundry. its so much easier. just throw everything into the washing machine, do the settings and wait for it to be done. and after the washing machine BEEP, just hang out the clothes and iron it once its all dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy got his alarm clock. his old one went crazy. it was like ringing every 1 hour. and i'm so in love with his ball point parker pen. its so so so smooth and not very heavy too. but he refuse to give it to me. SOBS. he told me to take the fountain one instead cause he has a few fountain pens. but i have been smurgding fountain pens all over fingers since i was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go get one myself then. a cheap and cute one. and i will show my dad that MINE parker pen is nicer than his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-549235267810728462?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/549235267810728462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/549235267810728462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#549235267810728462' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-5878679419774106251</id><published>2007-08-15T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:18:00.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i SHOULD be studying now for tml's fom paper. but apparently i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a simple issue of motivation. first, you'll memorising the ever loading information. and next, you'll realise you forgot abt the information in the previous lecture notes. okay, so you go back to the previous lecture notes and study again, hoping to recall and remember something else. and now you have an impression of what was in the previous notes. good right.. WRONG. you'll only start to get confused over the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, what are the 5 characteristics of a good objective and goals with the characteristics of a good mission statement. - right suhui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if fom is something literal, i will definitely encourage it to commit suicide. i'm not being a saddist here. but seriously, it is so horrible and fearful.. why not just kill itself to save the rest of us right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and that is what fom should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-5878679419774106251?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5878679419774106251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5878679419774106251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5878679419774106251' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-2668729065571927984</id><published>2007-08-15T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T02:14:42.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like terry's logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyp = not yet pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sp = sure pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-2668729065571927984?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2668729065571927984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2668729065571927984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2668729065571927984' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-458727160910794376</id><published>2007-08-12T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:46:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOTIVATION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I WILL HAVE THE MOTIVATION TO STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO MICHELLE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-458727160910794376?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/458727160910794376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/458727160910794376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#458727160910794376' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-4596998698159722835</id><published>2007-08-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:09:45.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dinner with unitians yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere was great. there was a life band and we kept hearing birthday songs. the birthday songs were alright.. but the other songs the life band sang, *ahem*. i've got no comments on that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was alright. still prefer manhattan's garlic rice and prawn. YUM YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls had ballons! and i'm proud to say mine is the largest of all. AHAHAHAHA. there is a heart, with a "stick" for me to hold and a bear on the "stick". it looks so sweet! suhui's giraffe looks.. well ARTISTIC. and they called yelyn's ladybug a ball of cells. LOL. mark's snail looks fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our bill turned out to be a whooping $387.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took lots of photos. and i'm waiting for suhui to send it to me ^^&lt;br /&gt;we had L-O-V-E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-4596998698159722835?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4596998698159722835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4596998698159722835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4596998698159722835' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-8951682121754336375</id><published>2007-08-06T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:41:45.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this IS singapore by the year 2030.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RrcyN9WzF1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/OHovmAEzrOk/s1600-h/mrt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095596718782879570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RrcyN9WzF1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/OHovmAEzrOk/s320/mrt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks crazy huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-8951682121754336375?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8951682121754336375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8951682121754336375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8951682121754336375' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RrcyN9WzF1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/OHovmAEzrOk/s72-c/mrt.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-1204501511140446984</id><published>2007-08-04T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T02:30:14.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 2.24am. and i dunno what to do. sobs.. i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wireless isn't working. and i'm tapping in other's wireless. terry is laughing off his ass because of this stupid thing. at least i'm better than him. he cant even tap in other's wireless. he doesn't even need the wireless to do his work, yet he DIE DIE also want to tap in to nudge suhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible terry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he is calling those people who kindly on the router for him to tap IDIOTS.  LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he finally gave up. this is so entertaining. i need this sort of entertainment right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, and he is on to laugh at suhui now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terry, stop tapping into other people's wireless. it won't do you any good tapping lah. you'll only be disturbing others online. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-1204501511140446984?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1204501511140446984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1204501511140446984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1204501511140446984' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-8248586592480332987</id><published>2007-08-04T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:26:25.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never ever stay in a block which has a coffee shop. the noise will only be unbearable and it will only make you pissed + fustrated + irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it is the same for all coffee shops, but the particular coffee shop at my blk has lots of typical ah bengs. not those young and ignorant ones please. those OLD and WRINKLED ones. i seriously can't believe it. at the age of late 30s to 50s and even 60s, shouldn't these people be more matured and think what should they start to do rather than camping at the coffee shop day and night, drink, smoke and make hell lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really really making me very very very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't bother if they drink and smoke. like who cares. they are not related to me anyway. but they are producing a lot of noise pollution. this is Singapore, whereby neighbourhoods are dead quiet at night. people are resting. the only place busting with live is probably clark quay. so if they jolly well want to drink, then go there. i think its high time they check their passport to make sure that they are not in hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickening brainless people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-8248586592480332987?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8248586592480332987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8248586592480332987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8248586592480332987' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3638209530371715054</id><published>2007-07-30T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:36:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a guardian angel lost.&lt;br /&gt;a support lost.&lt;br /&gt;a source of happiness lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an injury inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;an aching pain produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;energy is draining away..&lt;br /&gt;the days are are counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yearning for the past;&lt;br /&gt;let them be only memories.&lt;br /&gt;and treated as wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories of being protected by a power ranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RqzP5tWzF0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RnxaPu9DcY8/s1600-h/27919111949927l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092673868983899970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RqzP5tWzF0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RnxaPu9DcY8/s320/27919111949927l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3638209530371715054?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3638209530371715054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3638209530371715054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3638209530371715054' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RqzP5tWzF0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RnxaPu9DcY8/s72-c/27919111949927l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3154354346531733262</id><published>2007-07-27T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:17:32.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i met the best taxi driver in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna, elina, jasmine, joo hong, zhi yong and i went to mac for breakfast. and it started to rain real heavily.  the girls decided to take a cab back since it will be so cheap once we dutch. but the guys walked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the taxi driver did not want to collect any money from us. he is so nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor joo hong and zhi yong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3154354346531733262?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3154354346531733262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3154354346531733262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3154354346531733262' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-6360412003834331</id><published>2007-07-18T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:25:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had the weirdest dream in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that for some reason, be it academic or non-academic, sp was going to send a few of us to JJC to study. i even remembered wearing their uniform and studying with them. i even told myself that i was going to study real hard even though i'm half a year later than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds so out of this world, but it definitely felt very very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolin even wondered shouldn't i be posted to PJC instead of JJC. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. met up with her jus now.&lt;br /&gt;her skirt looks awfully long.&lt;br /&gt;and she is still into jolly bean.&lt;br /&gt;i miss that woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-6360412003834331?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6360412003834331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6360412003834331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6360412003834331' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-6668493328726011487</id><published>2007-07-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:46:09.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>marketing is killing me once again.&lt;br /&gt;this time it is a 10 page report. i'm supposed to be rushing it out now but somehow my brain is not functioning. i can't seem to write a bloody word about marketing.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARMY DAZE is coming up ((:&lt;br /&gt;it is seriously funny man.&lt;br /&gt;strongly recommended to everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch, project, threater, mentoring, tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i'm super busy can.&lt;br /&gt;i should be feeing damn packed and all right. apparently, i'm not. instead despite all this busy schedule, it still feels empty deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;literally and metaphorically indeed are 2 different things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel and dallas came to sp last friday. we had threater and daniel claimed that he was waiting for us for dinner. but all of us know daniel well enough, he is only interested in looking at the girls. admit it daniel, we all know your true colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss secondary days.&lt;br /&gt;it feels werid not having jolin by my side after sitting with her for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;sec 1 &amp; 2: i will be dozing off in class and she will always be the one nudging me whenever any teacher is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 &amp;amp; 4: our boredom for chinese..and we will start to look for new entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't sound so pleasant, but i really do miss laughing off our ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things seems to be too peaceful without valerie. i need her nonsence. i guess suhui will agree with me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheng xun, daniel, dallas.. those 3 creatures. their laughter are one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yixi the pro who will always finish all the homeowork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron, the super helpful one. he will always be the one giving me plasters when i need any. now, he is at the other end of the school. how am i going to get plasters from him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melisa - chicken wings! the last time i ate it was still with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so many more people.. this includes felicia and yuntian. my angels in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one wrong decision will deem to follow you for the rest of your life.&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/6719393-6668493328726011487?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6668493328726011487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6668493328726011487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6668493328726011487' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-5877333829510546234</id><published>2007-07-01T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:28:05.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MST week is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;but well, after MST here comes all the projects again. especially marketing. ARG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am i doing in poly man. it's been so long. i'm learning to get used to it, but used to it doesn't exactly liking nor loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out with jo and chris the other day.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the hippo and panda.&lt;br /&gt;we're a werid combination of animals though. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris and i met up first. and she cheated my feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: take bus lah..&lt;br /&gt;me: huh.. really ar.. (thinking she does not have mrt concession and her trip to marina is going to be like almost 2 bucks) okay lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went off to take bus, and in the bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: i take mrt only 50cents lah. but i still prefer the journey on the bus..&lt;br /&gt;me: wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had mrt concession and my trip to marina was like $1.58 lah.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my transportation fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were there earlier than jolin.. slack and walked around. i wanted to buy so many things! but chris was telling me to consider again. i might not really like those stuffs after all. and all thanks to her, i wasn't an implusive buyer that day. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were looking at kim ng's press conference for her new movie with adrain phang (some shopping movie) when jolin arrived. that sickening woman was on 4inch high heels. she made me feel so inferior lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaR0FuohwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/swk0tG2R3dc/s1600-h/CIMG0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081909553611179778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaR0FuohwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/swk0tG2R3dc/s320/CIMG0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, nemo is behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaSk1uohxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UoWNbSkFlM0/s1600-h/CIMG0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaTJFuohyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PtImxSCWbkM/s1600-h/CIMG0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081911013900060450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaTJFuohyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PtImxSCWbkM/s320/CIMG0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made her look shorter than me here! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went for pool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaU_luohzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/m48nri1ZF7w/s1600-h/CIMG0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081913049714558770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaU_luohzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/m48nri1ZF7w/s320/CIMG0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaVnVuoh0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/L-fQh5O_WqA/s1600-h/CIMG0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081913732614358850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaVnVuoh0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/L-fQh5O_WqA/s320/CIMG0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her wonderful balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaWMluoh1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qxUWdSUl2Sk/s1600-h/CIMG0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081914372564485970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaWMluoh1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qxUWdSUl2Sk/s320/CIMG0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got sick of pool very quickly and we went to play this soccer thing. the one whereby you turn those players on the sticks. it was so hilarious. its like the ball was thrown in for less than 5 seconds and GOAL! there were also times when we shoot the ball into our own goal. it made me felt so dumb. for the last game, i pulled the knob which released the ball so hard that not a single ball came out yet my hand hurted so badly. we had a good time laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started cam whoring as we started cooking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaZBVuoh2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6l0B0vUr5Gw/s1600-h/CIMG0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081917477825840994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaZBVuoh2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6l0B0vUr5Gw/s320/CIMG0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaZh1uoh3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/hM97rHmJh5w/s1600-h/CIMG0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081918036171589490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaZh1uoh3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/hM97rHmJh5w/s320/CIMG0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaaRFuoh4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/8CeDLHh74k4/s1600-h/CIMG0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081918847920408450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaaRFuoh4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/8CeDLHh74k4/s320/CIMG0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoabQluoh5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BnJp79kbwC8/s1600-h/CIMG0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081919938842101650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoabQluoh5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BnJp79kbwC8/s320/CIMG0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Roab1Fuoh6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/M_DsSKDbP8k/s1600-h/CIMG0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081920565907326882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Roab1Fuoh6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/M_DsSKDbP8k/s320/CIMG0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoacXVuoh7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/T4YriTyOadM/s1600-h/CIMG0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081921154317846450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoacXVuoh7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/T4YriTyOadM/s320/CIMG0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Roac8Fuoh8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/syUSfC5DJ9Q/s1600-h/CIMG0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081921785678038978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Roac8Fuoh8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/syUSfC5DJ9Q/s320/CIMG0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoadsFuoh9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/oQyihdw_7QE/s1600-h/CIMG0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081922610311759826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoadsFuoh9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/oQyihdw_7QE/s320/CIMG0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our next stop was Anderson's.. we wanted ice cream at first, but after looking at the chocolate fondure.. we changed our minds.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoafQ1uoh-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/-BP4nRulxWg/s1600-h/CIMG0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081924341183580130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoafQ1uoh-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/-BP4nRulxWg/s320/CIMG0875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can actually resist such wonderful stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoagSVuoh_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/It338dfGxZA/s1600-h/CIMG0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081925466465011698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoagSVuoh_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/It338dfGxZA/s320/CIMG0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm white, she's black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoahDVuoiAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qhSrTMT4Ris/s1600-h/CIMG0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081926308278601730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoahDVuoiAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qhSrTMT4Ris/s320/CIMG0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaiSVuoiCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ryIClemtoE0/s1600-h/CIMG0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081927665488267298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaiSVuoiCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ryIClemtoE0/s320/CIMG0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they kept insisting that the strawberry is bigger than my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoajQFuoiDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/r_-T6sWxaNM/s1600-h/CIMG0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081928726345189426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoajQFuoiDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/r_-T6sWxaNM/s320/CIMG0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're stick together with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoakmluoiFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eKraUjiqEwI/s1600-h/CIMG0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081930212403873874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoakmluoiFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eKraUjiqEwI/s320/CIMG0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was around 10pm when we finished everything.. feeling lazy to take the train back, we went to the taxi stand only to find that the queue was super long. and the number of cabs turning were like so so so rare. chris suggested for us to go over to the esplande for a cab.. we went and the queue was no where better. there were a lot of cabs but they were all either hired or on call. we tried to book a cab too but i couldn't even get thru the freaking lines of city cab and comfort. its high time they increase their number of lines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we even thought of standing right outside DXO where people were alighting and hop onto the cab once others alight. but there's als0 a high chance for the taxi driver to not even bother about us cause the real taxi queue was like only 5meters away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally, we tried our luck at oriental hotel and it worked ((:&lt;br /&gt;we waited for a while and here comes our cab.&lt;br /&gt;i love hotels.. they're always so efficient. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-5877333829510546234?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5877333829510546234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5877333829510546234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5877333829510546234' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RoaR0FuohwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/swk0tG2R3dc/s72-c/CIMG0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-7601108123748600708</id><published>2007-06-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:33:20.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jolin and chris are such evil people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;I WATCH FANTASTIC 4 AND SURF UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;the penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;EH. MICHELLE LOOK LIKE ONE OF THE CHARACTERS INSIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOK LIKE WHICH CHARACTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;you know erh. SHORT SHORT that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;what short short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;where got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;michelle VERY TALL what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;my display pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think you look like that one leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;practically all the characters are penguin leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;its a penguin show -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.so she's sayin.u like look like a penguin.a SHORT penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;i so dun look like a penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;u look like a bird.who cant fly..who's black and white..hmm..yupp..u DUN LOOK like a penguin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;its that as good as a penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;onli notti kids like MICHELLE skips sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;no no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;only notti penguin like MICHELLE skips sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;a baby penguin is called a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;laughss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm dun skip school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm very good okays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;i attend all my lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;good penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;good penguin dont skip sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;you know why penguin stomach is white?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;dun deny it darling. u cant hide those black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;whyy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not black and white. i'm asian skin colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;oh please..u must be colour blind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe how much u dun like ur black n white..but please accept it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;this is funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;*runs off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.i can imagine..chie's hands..short short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;rub tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;*runs after captain with a chopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;*rolls for life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt; stands by the side laugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;ROLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;you people are so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;we're not evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;u see..angel wings behind us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;i not evil. i very innocent and CUTE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dun see any &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM INNOCENT AND CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;jolin, you are even further from cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;i have big pooh bear at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;can torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe i'm EXTREMELY SENSATIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;oh michiee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;thank u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;*claps for the sake of clapping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely sexy and hot then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;and chris, how can you bear to torture pooh bear, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm..new breed  pooh bear plus penguin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;equals...hmmm..poohguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA..poohguin penpoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;erm pooh bear is nice to hug though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;yeayea..nice to pinch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;if surf up going to produce soft toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;can get michelle one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;statue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;*runs off crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;WAIT MICHELLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;your hand cannot reach eyes leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;how to use tissue to wipe tears then  .have to press ur head onto bed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;can imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris; you became the key to balance the tune. says:&lt;br /&gt;but got a feeling thurs i might you know. die before dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;no worries..hippo dattened first aid course..so i can do cpr..can rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;you guys are ganging up against me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;no we're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;ure just a lil cute penguin..where are we against u poohguin penpoo  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* michelle. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna blog this so show how you guys treat me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;then everyone will be so envious of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;aww darling..ure such a sweet heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolinn                                yunwei loves jolin((: says:&lt;br /&gt;muacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;how on earth did i get to know such people.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-7601108123748600708?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7601108123748600708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7601108123748600708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7601108123748600708' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-5642095745715100526</id><published>2007-06-21T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:02:36.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so full that i wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glumbert.com/media/dolphin"&gt;http://www.glumbert.com/media/dolphin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please watch the video and sign the petition at http://www.theoceanproject.org/actfordolphins/ to protect these dolphines..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-5642095745715100526?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5642095745715100526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5642095745715100526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5642095745715100526' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-7762355791990645894</id><published>2007-06-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:54:53.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time.&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;more time.&lt;br /&gt;i want more time so that i have enough time to spend with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only there were 48 hours a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love watching your funny actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;the way you fuss abt how sticky and uncomfortable tanning oil is.&lt;br /&gt;the way you react to the small mat.&lt;br /&gt;the way you laugh at me for looking so red.&lt;br /&gt;the way you stare at your uneven tann.&lt;br /&gt;the way you complain you wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the way you stare at me for buying an avocado milkshake for 2 bucks and only drank less than half of it.&lt;br /&gt;the way you tell me to stop forcing the drink down my bloated tummy.&lt;br /&gt;the way you scold me for not taking care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;the way you asked me if i wanna go to the esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;the way you react when i look at you in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;the way you shun away from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;the way you said the air was warm and smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at mac.&lt;br /&gt;the odd ways you eat your food.&lt;br /&gt;mac chicken without veggie plus cheese.&lt;br /&gt;big mac's chicken being too small.&lt;br /&gt;taking out all the veggie out of the big mac.&lt;br /&gt;pepper on sausage muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;werid, but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy every single moment with you.&lt;br /&gt;i love your presence, literally and metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;i cant have it literally now.&lt;br /&gt;the least i could though of is to have it metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seeking for that presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-7762355791990645894?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7762355791990645894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7762355791990645894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7762355791990645894' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-7352630880230616260</id><published>2007-06-15T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:09:19.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;this post is very very back-dated. but whatever, i still wanna update about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhui, fiona and i went for a feast at Manhattan fish market in Central. i totally love the place. there are seats by the singapore river (so romantic right) and the other seats are like super high. you can't see the others from the other table from where you are sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the waiter was very nice. i merely made a comment that i wanted that tall seat and he gave it to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ordered something to share and we started to take lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;cam whoring, self-obession.. whatever you call it, we simply love our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKYbzl3OgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5_xjMb907PQ/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076287333472877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKYbzl3OgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5_xjMb907PQ/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKYuDl3OiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/j2YrwJdyeNI/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076287647005489698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKYuDl3OiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/j2YrwJdyeNI/s320/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKYpDl3OhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TVa76Zs0nmg/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076287561106143762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKYpDl3OhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TVa76Zs0nmg/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fiona acted to be camera shy at first luhhs. but obviously she isn't. i've got evidence okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKZEzl3OkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6wN7Tn34XyM/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076288037847513666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKZEzl3OkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6wN7Tn34XyM/s320/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKZADl3OjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rKHj2FR6AZg/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076287956243135026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKZADl3OjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rKHj2FR6AZg/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see. she joined in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKZwzl3OmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KFHiMVO1jtU/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076288793761757794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKZwzl3OmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KFHiMVO1jtU/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the fruit punch and mango juice belongs to suhui and me! nana insisted hers was the plain water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKaHjl3OnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cKLu5utCU9c/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076289184603781746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKaHjl3OnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cKLu5utCU9c/s320/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;our food is here! looks very little? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKaVDl3OoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5ysDeN_nseg/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076289416532015746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKaVDl3OoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5ysDeN_nseg/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we couldn't even finish it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKazDl3OpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eES3f81wgwg/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076289931928091282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKazDl3OpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eES3f81wgwg/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;suhui and her prawn. doesn't look very nice right? LOOKS ARE DECEIVING MAN. it is FANTASTIC. I REPEAT MYSELF. FANTASTIC!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKbMzl3OqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jxQ8AxULD1A/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076290374309722786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKbMzl3OqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jxQ8AxULD1A/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; greedy her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this meal was really a fulfilling one. we sat there.. eating, chatting, laughing. even slience was fun among us. even stone-ing rocks with them. i love those days. i love my girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;girls, we know where to go for our next break! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;clement came to join us. we sat there for like so damn long. and finally we decided to leave by...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKcVzl3OrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Km0eZWfELKc/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076291628440173234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKcVzl3OrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Km0eZWfELKc/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a super long escalator!!!&lt;/p&gt;okay, i know. its sound stupid to get excited over such stuffs. BUT i was in a super good mood that day lah. everything i see makes me happy ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-7352630880230616260?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7352630880230616260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/7352630880230616260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7352630880230616260' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RnKYbzl3OgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5_xjMb907PQ/s72-c/DSC00504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3514643214513293576</id><published>2007-06-02T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:24:26.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the doctor said its asthma. surprising yea? especially when i dun have any asthma record. he says asthma comes in two types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you have difficulties breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. you get persistant cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i had this itch in my ear i though it was some bacteria or virus infection which causes the cough. but i was wrong. itch in the ear, rash which is commonly though as sensitive skin, sensitive nose and persistant are symptoms of asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough.&lt;br /&gt;fever.&lt;br /&gt;allergy, running nose, rash, itch.&lt;br /&gt;to control phlegm and thick mucus.&lt;br /&gt;asthma.&lt;br /&gt;nasal spray. (not to be consumed though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been such a long time since i had to pop so many pills into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling suck. all the medication are causing my brain to be malfunction. nothing is processing correctly. and i still have got a report, ppt and script to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't life wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RmEoV6iTw1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/eRsFM_sascI/s1600-h/Smurfs_Picture_Sick_Smurf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071379012351411026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RmEoV6iTw1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/eRsFM_sascI/s320/Smurfs_Picture_Sick_Smurf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3514643214513293576?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>he bought me to the esplanade. first time okay.. the all not so romantic guy turned out to be very romantic after all ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photos i took in my phone didn't turn out good. and i didn't bring my digital camera. it was all so sudden. we saw this couple taking wedding photos but we suspect they were just modeling because of their gesture and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a stroll around the place and went back.. i enjoyed myself ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;terrible inside out.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i recovered from the sickening cough. hell no. it is back at a stronger force now with a few accomplice. running nose, fever and headache. i seriously need to see the doctor this time. my family doctor surely misses me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pills are making me all so sleepy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-8482499443638298226?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8482499443638298226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8482499443638298226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8482499443638298226' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3756760532666661323</id><published>2007-05-25T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:49:50.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was SUHUI'S BIRTHDAY yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUHUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought kfc to her place and her mom made pizza. so delicious. her mom should also bake the cake man. the one she baked last year was heavenly. oh, and the fruit tarts. my god, my mouth is drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway mel, law and i totally missed the cake cause we wanted taxi without midnight fare.&lt;br /&gt;sorry suhui. it wasn't on purposed. it just happened to slip our mind since there was already such wonderful pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terry and clement wished her upon some reminder apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCH THE PREMIERS OF PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2 was better. but i still like part 3 though. i mean the show has all the while been a dumb but funny show. everybody loves johnny depp (you shouldn't be watching if you don't). he is like the joker who lightens up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pass me the rum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his facial expressions make me laugh. and for "at the world's end", pay attention their sentences. it has great humour. sarcastic humour though ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3756760532666661323?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3756760532666661323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3756760532666661323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3756760532666661323' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-6483343335285607674</id><published>2007-05-23T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T03:10:39.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't answer a single question on marketing! and i'm not so not kidding. its really not a single one. i even went "huh? such terms exist?" oh gosh. i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is dead too. ARG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-6483343335285607674?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6483343335285607674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6483343335285607674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6483343335285607674' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-883227850793359158</id><published>2007-05-20T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:53:53.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love the eggs he fries for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knows i dislike egg yolk flowing around my rice so he had it cooked.&lt;br /&gt;yet it wasn't too cook.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't dry. in fact, he managed to retain some moist in it.&lt;br /&gt;the egg white is crispy at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he even knows i like it salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would ever though of putting pepper, light soya source and dark soya source on a simple egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best in the world.&lt;br /&gt;simply delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-883227850793359158?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/883227850793359158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/883227850793359158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#883227850793359158' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-2228994864694940364</id><published>2007-05-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:37:54.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel sick, very sick. this persistent cough is killing me. and my chest hurts each time i cough. and for those who knows me well knows i hate going to the doctor for cough syrup. it has this horrible cherry smell and taste which makes me nauseous simply by just opening the bottle's cap. YUCK. there's this cough syrup which taste like chocolate though, but the doctor's is at thomas. its like so far and i can't remember the name of the syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also have been headaches and headaches recently. luckily panadols can be bought off shelve or else the doctor would have been very sick of seeing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daily companion now - panadol active fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh god, save me please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies. without realising it, school have like started for more than a month. school is alright i guess. my class is crazy over mario and mahjiong. i know i said that i wil not install any games in my laptop BUT it can really get very boring during breaks. for days whereby i dun bring my laptop, i got koky's psp with me. he installed dinner dash for me. dun ask me why i like to play such dumb games, its just fun can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss unitians.&lt;br /&gt;i miss pioneer people.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-2228994864694940364?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2228994864694940364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2228994864694940364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2228994864694940364' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-685495711177244302</id><published>2007-05-06T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:05:28.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. I DUNNO WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BLOGGER. EVERYTHING LOOKS WERID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that is not the main point.&lt;br /&gt;the main point is, I WANT TO GO BACK TO JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repeat - I WANT TO GO BACK TO JUNIOR COLLAGE.&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously regretting my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this isn't abt those bus or mrt fare, its about my woman instinct telling me that there is the place where i am supposed to be at. not here doing poly work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARG WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;everything is too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to live with it cause i was the one who made this choice.&lt;br /&gt;a wrong choice though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-685495711177244302?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/685495711177244302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/685495711177244302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#685495711177244302' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-5549129850917668565</id><published>2007-05-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:19:21.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY MRT FARE WAS $1.50 THIS MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;is used to be only 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;tripled okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply cannot understand why translink make transportation fees the same for all students. i mean like what is the difference between jc students and poly students. we are STILL students after all. we are still FULL TIME STUDENTS. are they going to deprive us of our student rights just because we don't wear uniform to school? and for pete's sake, our school fees are like a hell lot more expensive. so shouldn't we like try save up on our transportation fees so that our over all expenses these 3 years will not be that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to spend 60bucks on mrt transportation ALONE every month. and this is ONLY to school and from school. it doesn't include other destinations or short distance bus trips to the nearest mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello not everyone of us stay near enough the mrt station to walk there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the same distance a jc travel, they will only need to pay 20bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concessions are also almost twice the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the horrendous difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how much they're trying to knock out of poly students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its either translink make poly students' transportation fees as affordable as jc students OR make jc students' transportation fees as expensive as poly's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spare a thought for us, poly students. will you?&lt;br /&gt;we dun have the word "RICH" written on our face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-5549129850917668565?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5549129850917668565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5549129850917668565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5549129850917668565' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3271526434291559978</id><published>2007-05-01T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:59:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was at sunplaza's popular.&lt;br /&gt;i stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes scanned the place.&lt;br /&gt;and i went straight to the A level section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i went there for.&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i am more interested in A lvl text rather than my own text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had turtle and crocodile soup for dinner. sounds very gross right. but they seriously tasted like bua gut teh without pepper. i think its because of the herbs used. i didn't dare to try the meat but my dad says its just like chicken breast meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DINO PASTRIES! WHO CAN BRING ME THERE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;its at thomson. super out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY - 27TH APRIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was mel's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended sch at like 5pm. went home to pack my stuffs for camp (this is the first time i took only 15mins to pack everything) and straight out to meet the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously starving when i reached cck. the boys bought some dian xin and started feeding everyone. ohmigosh. those dian xin were super nice lah. but too bad, they had limited stocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our surprised was that we went to mel's place when we told her that we were supposed to meet at cck at 8pm. the plan was to float the balloon pass her window and when she sees the balloons, we will start singing her a birthday song. but her windows were apparently closed and she saw so many shadows through the window lah. so the surprised was considered a failure i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to sweasons for dinner. there's this wong lilin and alan woo thing there now. i don't know how the food the "invented" taste like but the fish is HORRIBLE + TERRIBLE. the sauce tasted horrible and they had so much black pepper on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE NEVER EVER TRY IT UNLESS YOU SIMPLY HAVE TOO MUCH MONEY TO SPARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a fire house and a bunch of balloons for mel.&lt;br /&gt;balloons.. I LOVE BALLOONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona, suhui and i went for our camp after everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the camp - no comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3271526434291559978?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3271526434291559978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3271526434291559978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3271526434291559978' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-6798691027165136529</id><published>2007-04-25T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:47:33.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a repeat.&lt;br /&gt;wait, there are more than one repeat. so it should be repeats.&lt;br /&gt;i'm repeating the repeats.&lt;br /&gt;soon it will all be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope everything will not exactly be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo, i guess you're the only person who will understand wat i'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-6798691027165136529?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6798691027165136529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6798691027165136529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6798691027165136529' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-848791022623257344</id><published>2007-04-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:59:07.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;aimless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply wonder what do i seriously want in life.&lt;br /&gt;am i happy with what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;you can't answer that question for me because i can't answer it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;burden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is exactly how i feel i am.&lt;br /&gt;you've got so much to juggle and yet here am i adding more to it.&lt;br /&gt;no one feels good about it.&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it to be carrying such a heavy luggage.&lt;br /&gt;are your shoulders hurting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mentoring club camp is giving hui, nana and me a HUGE headache. its like the 3 of us will be skipping the ice breaking session due to some particular reason and its like without the ice breaking you won't know anybody. and what's the point of going to a camp when you dunno anybody when the camp is supposed to be a "get to know each other camp" and a bonding session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its super sad to be in a camp when you don't know anybody and you're not enjoying the camp. its like, what for go for the camp when you're not enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to pay for the camp before 4pm tml and we still have no idea if we're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a freaking mosqutio just bit my thigh and it is super itchy. ARG! KILL THOSE MOSQUITO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big baby was cooking for me the other day but we didn't know what to cook so we actually went to cold storage. all the food we picked were frozen like prata, garlic bread and fish filet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prata bloated up like a puffer fish when we cooked it! but it was good lah. he made it super crispy. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the garlic bread was supposed to be placed in the toaster but we fried it instead cause none of us read instructions! haha but who cares when it taste good right. my garlic bread is obviously nicer than yours lor power ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, we didn't get to cook the fish filet because we didn't read instructions again. that fish filet was a set meal rather to be microwaved and he didn't had a microwave machine at his place. but its a rather good thing for him though. the set meal contain his die-hard foe.. BROCCOLI. he knows damn well that i am going to force him to eat all the veggie if he cooks it. *evil smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took lots of pictures on that day but i am not allowed to upload any of them up. he says that it is meant for my own personal collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a happily bloated girl that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-848791022623257344?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/848791022623257344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/848791022623257344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#848791022623257344' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-1806097001234665825</id><published>2007-04-20T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T01:03:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from koky to to to to dumb dumb dumb michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-1806097001234665825?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1806097001234665825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1806097001234665825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1806097001234665825' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3761685979162583500</id><published>2007-04-13T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T14:09:20.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to go out.. perhaps alone. i need some time alone. settle some stuffs, do some thinking. so i grab my clothes and went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i was shampooing my hair, i heard a thunder. nice one thunder god. next, rain god started to cast his spell. thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came out of the bathroom feeling grouchy naturally. but wat can i do? NOTHING. so nvm. i thought i will wait for the rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon enough, the rain stopped. hurray! i changed, got everything ready. i took out my key and TA-TAH! it started raining again. even heavier than the previous time. thanks again weather god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't know there is something called an umbrella in this world but apparently the umbrella isn't strong and big enough to shelter me from the rain. i had a horrible experience yesterday and i am so not going to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an umbrella with me yesterday but it was useless. i only took a walk for less than 500m and i was drench. my shorts and tshirt was wet. needless to say, i shiver through the bus ride. as wat koky said, it changed from winter sonata to rainy sonata. i really wonder how can actors, actress and directors make walking in the rain so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just what the hell is wrong with the world. global warming? a new type of weather? places meant to be raining are facing drought. places meant to be hot is suffering from flood. the world is coming to an end? oh puh-lease. spare me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3761685979162583500?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3761685979162583500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3761685979162583500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3761685979162583500' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-8317607844219299709</id><published>2007-04-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:56:39.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pengy oh boy..&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the sunny side up.&lt;br /&gt;the egg yolk is prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're both sick cats.&lt;br /&gt;get well soon! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-8317607844219299709?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8317607844219299709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8317607844219299709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8317607844219299709' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-1643537240087636328</id><published>2007-04-10T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:33:47.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;uncertainties. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is full of uncertainties.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know wat i should say abt the orientation programme. its definately different from the camp. i dun feel save.. i dun feel secured.. i dun feel comfortable. everthing is different. i wanna go back to my comfort zone.. or maybe let me once again step back my comfort zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-1643537240087636328?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1643537240087636328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1643537240087636328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1643537240087636328' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-2779658299784399604</id><published>2007-04-05T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:10:42.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BUSINESS SCHOOL ORIENTAION CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this camp is seriously good lah. except for the waiting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us assembled at 2pm and we were divided into our groups. damn it lah. everybody had at least a partner in their group and i was all alone. suhui and fiona, aileen and shirley. so sad can.. but i still made friends in my group. they're all nice people ((: my OCs, felicia and clement. felicia is totally like a mother - caring and kept reminding us of the stuffs we need to do or complete. whereas clement was like suan-ing felicia throughout the entire camp. poor felicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made our own flag. it had a worm on it since our group name was kamikaze - it has something got to do with the game "worms" and sucide. and there were insane cows, a bar of soap, nature call.. all the stupid names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had station games and night walk. they made us watch a horror movie and told us ghost stories abt the school before selecting 2 people to go for the night walk. it dragged all the way till 4+, 5am.. totally knock out once i returned to my bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we woke up late, but still we didn't had enough sleep. you could see everybody's sleepy face. day 2 was kinda boring because we spent most of the time waiting for the facilitors to set up the telematch. we did cheers and songs.. well, i almost dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is that shu yi, shu may, elieen and i bathed behind the stadium, the open space because the shower room was too packed. of course we didn't stripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was alright. we had a campfire without a fire. by the time the so called camp fire ended was like 2+am and all of us thought we could go back to our bunk to sleep. but we were all wrong. the guy told us to wash up, drink some water and be back in the hall by 10mins. ahh!!! we seriously wanted to sleep lor. they brought jus to this air-conditioned room and we could hear music blasting outside the room. DISCO NIGHT! the atmosphere wasn't so lively at the beginning. the facilitors tried to relax things and KABOOM.. people started dancing. so fun but so smelly and squeezy. my injured foot was stepped on so many times that i finally gave up dancing. the moment i stopped dancing, i felt sleepy man. my eyes were closing literally while waiting to be essorted back to our bunk. stoned for a while before sleeping. damn tired. it was almost 5am then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of camp. our secret admirer was revealed, got our camp shirt (look like some yin yang jiao lah), took photos and went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today.. its our &lt;strong&gt;ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my mood was totally rotten in the morning because of my sickening laptop which had problems again but things got better towards the afternoon. did some shopping when obviously i shouldn't. am like so broke.. but nice koky paid =x so yea. we watch TMNT. ahahahah turtles. and best of all.. we went to take neoprints! KOKY TOOK NEOPRINTS WITH ME. FIRST TIME OKAY. lol.. he usually shuns away from the machine lor. wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the watch. thank you darling ((: love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: you toally lost your image when you were sleeping in the bus. i'm going to record it in future. wahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-2779658299784399604?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2779658299784399604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2779658299784399604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2779658299784399604' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-8500906716370123679</id><published>2007-03-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:39:33.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still can't believe i am offically a poly student. apparently i am still stuck at the uniform days, the jc life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway nana, suhui and i went to do our sp card today. it is SUPER UGLY. they made us look dark and fat. we also had a guided tour. it wasn't exactly a tour around sp but just some introduction about sp and the camps which they will be having. and we learnt somthing new - not to be so gan jiong. right at the beginning of the tour we signed up for the business sch camp, not knowing that there will so be so many more attractive camps. and the worst thing is that everything clashes. arg! damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we like super hungry throughout the entire tour. grumbling stomach made us mentally disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there was this guy who look just like kah hwee. they are so alike that we thought the guy could be kah hwee's brother. but then again when u come to think about the age, its kinda impossible .their eyes, complexion, skin tone and the way they talk are simply too similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran pass those cca people at the exhibition. they had like already created a row preparing to block us but we jus ran pass them and their stunt faces were like super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my fujistu laptop too. but will be collecting it on wed due to overwhelming responses. i overheard that the guy has still 80 laptops to be done. poor guy. still staying at sp at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor foot hurts. i injured it ytd and fiona was my walking pillar today. the balcony floor was full of soapy water.. i didn't know. happily walked in and slipped. i almost fall flat on my butt but i grabbed the washing machine and my foot jus hit the curb which the washing machine is standing on. and that curb is made of cement and tiles. so now there is a huge green bruise on my last toe and its surrounding. the space between my forth and last toe has turn red. eee.. and i can't rmb who said it look as though a bowling ball had dropped on my toe. ahh pain! i screamed when my dad rubbed it for me..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fairy god mother.. please heal my foot for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-8500906716370123679?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8500906716370123679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8500906716370123679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8500906716370123679' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-2550627405806413665</id><published>2007-03-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:26:59.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to jolin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody was once childish. i am too. jus take a look at my first few posts. everybody will grow up! hope you are doing well now. ((: take care dear. i'm jus a phone call away if u need me. muacks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to koky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... open your mouth. a dose of love for you ((: muacks. dun drool tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-2550627405806413665?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2550627405806413665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2550627405806413665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2550627405806413665' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-9010915268272694686</id><published>2007-03-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:07:32.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>half an hour ago i was watching Making Miracles on channel 8. the doctors in the show show passion and care for their patients which we usually don't see in real life. i know, it is jus a show. they can act it anyway they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will not be as easy for a real life doctor to be so as he/she has too many patients to tend to. agree? AGREED. but the issue here is not how passionate and caring the doctor is but the level of passion to help the patient get well, to save the patient's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously speaking, how many doctors are doctors because they have got the brains and because of the wonderous salary they are receiving every month. (i am not insulting doctors here.) of course there are exceptions who are really passionate about their job.. these exceptions are willing to go all the way and fight the disease with their patients hand in hand. but seriously, how many of such doctors are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctors check our tempreture, deduce how sick we are and wat is the most suitable medication and treatment for us. and i am thankful to them for they together with the medication prescribed made me healthy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to clinics, and i have been to hospitals too. some of the doctors i've met are nice people but some are totally pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an uncle who used to be a regular in SGH due to his diabetic condition. and he used to be staying in the B1 class ward. service was good, attention from the nurses and doctors were given to him. but due to some family curcumstances, he changed to C class the next time he was admitted to the hospital. the reason was medical fees cheaper, medicine cheaper, following-up check ups will also be cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sad to say, the treatment he received in the C class ward was pathetic. he was practically a nobody there. the nurses were still alright. but the doctors, i have nothing but to say that i am utterly ashamed of them. as professionals in the medicial line, they should be the ones concerned abt their patients i supposed - please correct me if i am wrong here. but he even had problem getting the attention of the doctors. according to him, the doctors there are mainly doctors who are still learning. doctors who are still learning and showing such stuck up attitude? please. do you even fit to be a doctor. so what if u have the brains. you need that passion and attitude to be one, to be one whom people will look up to and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i did not remember wrongly, his diabetic condition caused his legs to be very uncomfortable. having admitted to the hospital the doctor cleared the blood vessels for one leg. a few days later, he requested the doctor to clear the blood vessels for the other leg as well because he was feeling very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor couldn't be bothered. the doctor simply said that he was well and chased him home without explaining why he refused to clear the other leg for him. HELLO. the patient jus said that he isn't feeling well. the patient isn't a 3 year old kid or an elderly who happens to be senile and can't tell you how he is feeling. he is perfectly fine except for his diabetic condition. please dun tell me his condition will cause him to be inexpressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can he do when the doctor can't be bothered abt him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he transfered to mount E. i guess there isn't a need for me to spell out everything. people can tell the difference between these two hospitals. with a bit more money spent, he got what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the C class ward is a ward which is heavily subsidised by the government but doesn't mean that u should treat patients there worse than how u treat patients of other wards. the salary you are receving largely may not be from them but still your duty as a doctor is to cure your patients. at least show that you are concerned about them. if you can't help but to show your bias, it is time you change your carrer path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-9010915268272694686?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/9010915268272694686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/9010915268272694686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#9010915268272694686' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3308952327548497019</id><published>2007-03-14T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:08:45.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAY BACK INTO LOVE - hugh grant and haley benette&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack of music and lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i’ve been living with a shadow overhead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;i’ve been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;trapped in the past, i just can’t seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;just in case i ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;i’ve been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;to clear a little space in the corners of my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;i can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;i’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs&lt;br /&gt;i know that it’s out there&lt;br /&gt;there’s got to be something for my soul somewhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i’ve been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;not just somebody just to get me throught the night&lt;br /&gt;i could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;and i’m open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;i can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;and if i open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;i guess i’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are moments when i don’t know if it’s real&lt;br /&gt;or if anybody feels the way i feel&lt;br /&gt;i need inspiration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;i can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;and if i open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;i’m hoping you’ll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;and if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;you know that i’ll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very nice song ((: catchy melody. beautiful lyrics. i've been repeating the song since i got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to hold back while hearing the song and i managed to hang in there for a while. but i still lost.. my eyes were once a spolit water tap. or maybe its jus me and my confused feelings and emotions. oh well.. maybe its just the time of the month again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3308952327548497019?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3308952327548497019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3308952327548497019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3308952327548497019' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-8531268826299492345</id><published>2007-03-10T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:30:54.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously hope i will not regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pjc, i'll miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-8531268826299492345?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8531268826299492345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8531268826299492345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8531268826299492345' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3215774786625594037</id><published>2007-03-06T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:25:46.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE POLY ACCOUNTANCY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to get excited about.&lt;br /&gt;its expected.&lt;br /&gt;even though its my first choice, it wasn't wat i want from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;but so what. this is how things turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;fate - i'll jus have to accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3215774786625594037?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3215774786625594037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3215774786625594037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3215774786625594037' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-8397142642759148486</id><published>2007-03-01T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:29:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHOPPING SPREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhui and i went to meet nana after school to do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining when we left school. despite the umbrealla, we were still wet.. or rather, drenched. i could even pour rain water out of my bag. simply freezing  in 190... brr... thank god we had an extra shirt to change into. oh. and we saw marlene and her class. .. there were so many of them yet only a few rare souls brought umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first stop was far east.. nothing much there though. nana got a pair of shoes. and we saw marlene and her class again.. serene was there too. and suhui saw her classmate. it was like a pjc gathering. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our next stop was wisma.. we love ESPRIT. the 3 of us were like crazy over the esprit card since we're like always shopping at esprit yet not receiving an discount. how can right.. so we decided to get that card ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to qualify for it, we need to purchase $150 worth of products in a single receipt. but.. the stuffs we got were only worth %119.40. another $40.60 to go. walk walk walk, find find find.. finally.. i saw this esprit wallet i love ((: HURRAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and those who wanna shop at esprit, please go to the one at centrepoint. it is BIG, QUIET AND NEAT. we even decided wat we want to buy on our next shopping spree. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-8397142642759148486?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8397142642759148486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8397142642759148486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8397142642759148486' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-1167172265841472227</id><published>2007-02-25T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:17:52.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i've FINALLY updated all my links+&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW MUSIC PLAYER(WHHAHAHAHAHAHAH)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to change my blogskin as well (its like so old already) but yea, i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remembered a birthday party i attended 2 years ago. the birthday boy was only 4 years old then. his dad asked him to make a birthday wish before blowing out the candles. he made a wish and his dad asked him wat was his wish. his wish was to eat chicken wing everyday. everybody laughed. it was cute. but beneath all these.. it shows how simple minded he is.. how innocent and how easily contented he can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things dun always remain that way. human get more cunning and harder to please when they get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. but perhaps that is human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody ever saw those drama or movies where couples get married in a very classic church.. those totally white ones with a high celling and red carpet.. so nice right. those church are  like extinct in singapore.. except for the one in city hall. i wonder if its those classic type. if it is, i want my wedding ceremony to be held there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be so sweet ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i dunno why am i thinking about marriage. must be those dramas. hahas. too many dramas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-1167172265841472227?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1167172265841472227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1167172265841472227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1167172265841472227' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-1800694962831575553</id><published>2007-02-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:50:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese new year. nothing very special though. its kind of the same every year except that we had a reunion dinner with the people on friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdnBHwH4spI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iMw3iE9hEJo/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033266397484462738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdnBHwH4spI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iMw3iE9hEJo/s320/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdnBagH4sqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2Q84_Js9UAA/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033266719607009954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdnBagH4sqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2Q84_Js9UAA/s320/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them. seriously gonna miss them when we go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, we should come out with like a meeting on the last fri/sat every one/two months. gather for a meal.. do some chit chat. that would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner with family.. as usual, too much food. can't finish. this happens like every year. mom's never really do learn the mistake of preparing too much food do they. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAI NIAN BAI NIAN.&lt;br /&gt;first to gong gong then go daddy and mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG NEWS. I LOST A DIAMOND NECKLACE. please, it is a real diamond. ARG. whatever. i found this chain without any pendant. at first i though it was some chain which i bought from bits and pieces type of shop.. but when i place it next to my white gold bracklet. viola! its as shiny and the colour is as good. wtf. is a white gold necklace without the diamond. perfect. whatever. i wore some sliver in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godma and godpa came over.. then i went to godpa's dad's place to bai nian.. a few uncles and aunties were there. some super active kids. lol. really cute but they seriously can't sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was godma's dad. a lot of other people were there.. including janice jiejie. she's getting married and moving to germany. a 18 hour flight if i were to visit her. my butt is seriously gonna get burnt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that.. we went over to my aunt's place. saw some of my cousins.. as usual.. the gamers, the slackers.. oh. and they were blaming me for not asking them to kbox. like how would i know when will those busy men be free. they should be the one dating the lady out okays. anyway, my nephew who is like erm.. 4 or 5 years younger than me is officially taller than me. whatever lor. they made fun of my height again. sobs. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at godma's place.. i was supposed to gamble thru the night. but yea, i ended up babysitting. we played cinderella castle and watching finding nemo ((: yes. a primary one girl with lots of actions. she really cute lah. big eyes, fair complexion.. and she really knows how to sha jiao. she even has suiters from the international school she is studying in china. (her dad works there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for even more house visitings. somehow.. i dun really such visitings. the people are nice people. jus that we see each other like once a year. i dun really know wat to talk to them about. jus sit there and watch tv. its kinda boring. but somehow its a different thing with my own cousins and nephews. lots of crap and teasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people love such gatherings, some people dislike it. some even go on holiday to escape it. i guess it depends who am i with during such gatherings. some i do love it.. as for others.. hurhur.. you guys know wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for tml.. my house is gonna be flooded with cousins, nephews and a few nieces.. my clique.. the kind of people i feel totally comfortable with ((: LOVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-1800694962831575553?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1800694962831575553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1800694962831575553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1800694962831575553' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdnBHwH4spI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iMw3iE9hEJo/s72-c/DSC00370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-8080791935436743958</id><published>2007-02-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:37:56.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a sweet sweet valentine ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koky gave me a valentine box..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdcN_cNiRpI/AAAAAAAAADk/VwT-jP7rYmk/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032506492165703314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdcN_cNiRpI/AAAAAAAAADk/VwT-jP7rYmk/s320/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it sort of turn from that to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdcOxsNiRrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5NrDHl4-Uzo/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032507355454129842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdcOxsNiRrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5NrDHl4-Uzo/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and from ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdcPPcNiRsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dPr7uE0KLBw/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032507866555238082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdcPPcNiRsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dPr7uE0KLBw/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to... &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdcPn8NiRtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eQutePqab0s/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032508287462033106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdcPn8NiRtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eQutePqab0s/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koky's masterpiece ((: there's still one final one.. but that's for me to view only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an eeyore and a nike jacket inside.. the eeyore is really cute with the huge nose and small body. ahh feel like pinching it now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies. shopping. DUCK rice. quack quack..&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAY IS VALENTINE DAY ((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-8080791935436743958?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8080791935436743958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/8080791935436743958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8080791935436743958' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RdcN_cNiRpI/AAAAAAAAADk/VwT-jP7rYmk/s72-c/DSC00312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-422100003699966334</id><published>2007-02-06T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:11:53.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rcf_hdybZyI/AAAAAAAAADU/cP_q691agvo/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rcf_hdybZyI/AAAAAAAAADU/cP_q691agvo/s320/DSC00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028268459379353378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rcf_FdybZxI/AAAAAAAAADM/nUiAErQBmxA/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 112px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rcf_FdybZxI/AAAAAAAAADM/nUiAErQBmxA/s320/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028267978343016210" border="0" /&gt;                        &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is cuter right!!EH o it me with my lolipop!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-422100003699966334?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/422100003699966334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/422100003699966334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#422100003699966334' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/Rcf_hdybZyI/AAAAAAAAADU/cP_q691agvo/s72-c/DSC00103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-5534850065089266821</id><published>2007-02-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:46:58.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. singapore vs thailand 1-1&lt;br /&gt;so far.. the match haven ended.&lt;br /&gt;the boys are obessed with soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. o level results aren't out yet.. which means it will most probably be out on friday.&lt;br /&gt;i had this real bad dream abt o levels results.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that our CT had our results.. and he was going to read out the names who got 18points and below.. AND MY NAME WASN'T MENTION. oh gosh! *faints* i woke up like instantly. so scary can.. and i am still having nightmares over o lvl prac. ARG. that damn thing is like so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please oh please.. i wanna do well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-5534850065089266821?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5534850065089266821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/5534850065089266821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5534850065089266821' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3245245828287844641</id><published>2007-02-02T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:37:21.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i woke up to see "14 new messages". i was scared out of my wits.. but it was all birthday messages when i read them. thank you so much people ((: so sweet of you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy and mummy gave me ang paos ^^. hehehe. money money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jolin at the usual bus stop and she gave me one birthday kiss! its normal for us, but the rest of the people were starring at us as though we were aliens. brr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met suhui and joel.. went to school.&lt;br /&gt;saw the rest and they went to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initally i was still wondering why did they come to the canteen when the announcment to go for assembly has been made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcW9dtybZuI/AAAAAAAAACo/HZc0dybh-OY/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027632877233989346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcW9dtybZuI/AAAAAAAAACo/HZc0dybh-OY/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they bought a HELLO KITTY cake. so cute can. i even had an imaginary candle, had to make 3 wishes with the imaginary candle and blow the imaginary candle out. thank you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hello kitty seriously tasted like a paper with sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my class did the lantern thing today.. the pig doesn't really look like a pig. its too square-ish.. and not fat enough. but the most hilarious part is our moment of realisation.. we kept thinking that a lantern has to be a lantern, one with candles - the one which we use on lantern festival. we totally forgot that a chinese new yr lantern is the one made out of ang paos. yah.. but what done is done. so yea.. hope it really turns out to look like a PIG. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met koky after school.. we went to makan makan.. and i had to go back to school for the bbq and campfire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when i reached school, GRASP! they already started the mass dance and fun dance. ahh!!! i hate to spot my OG from the crowd. thank god i found angela..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bbq.. hmm.. it wasn't very sucessful. we thought our charcol was hot when it was actually burning at the bottom.. some of them decided to burn paper - pionner jc fulscap paper - to lit up the charcol. in the end we had ashes in our bbq tray ((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcW_7NybZvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TiPLKbICRjo/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027635583063385842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcW_7NybZvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TiPLKbICRjo/s320/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG 24&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people didn't come though. people like cristal. RAH. wanna strangle her.&lt;br /&gt;kah hwee isn't in our OG as well. he jus happned to be in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FDFC! - jolin, suhui.. wahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a charcol war.. running around smearing people's face with charcol. wahahhaha. evil right. but we were the nice people lor. some got chilli sauce and many more. suhui's face was like super black. poor angela was grabbed and had her face painted on. i was like attacked by 3 people at one go.. Qi lu, angela and suhui if i'm not wrong. sobs.. 3 against one. no fair! the running was indeed a good work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp fire was nice.. the fire came down from the third story. and BOOM. you see fire.&lt;br /&gt;i took the video.. but it wasn't very clear. so yea, that's why i didn't upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i also took the video of the gay dance. muahahaha. those who want it can come get it from me too. it was initally a pole dance.. but a guy had to be the pole so we decided to have a gay dance instead. so sexy lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of photos taken, but all with jolin. ahh! woman you better send them to me quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the campfire, we (suhui, jolin, Qu Lu, jing xiang and hui jie) went to lot1's mac.. to meet UNITIANS. ohh.. i miss them so much. gel, yelyn, daniel, aaron, mel, mark.. yelyn and mel lied that they wanted to go get somethi for redcross and came back with another cake.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcXgKtybZwI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ea6HSfmn530/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027671033723447042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcXgKtybZwI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ea6HSfmn530/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a candle this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ((: the cake tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for Qi Lu, jing xiang and hui jie.. my apologise.. sorry for keeping you guys waiting. anyway, the cab fare was so worth it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all those who remembered and wished me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;you guys brought lots of smiles into my life ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3245245828287844641?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3245245828287844641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3245245828287844641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3245245828287844641' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcW9dtybZuI/AAAAAAAAACo/HZc0dybh-OY/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-2172534113648906041</id><published>2007-02-01T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:22:11.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KOKY PENG PENG ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you are offically TWENTY. are you proud of yourself.. old hero?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to sweasons to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;ordered some walnut bread thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHl2Kn7w9I/AAAAAAAAABg/EeKPgFWizs0/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026551377849730002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHl2Kn7w9I/AAAAAAAAABg/EeKPgFWizs0/s320/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun look very nice.. but it tasted quite all right. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fish and chip as the main course and koky has his all time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;curry chicken baked rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHnNtybZqI/AAAAAAAAABw/qJrn0ecsuQE/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026552881937606306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHnNtybZqI/AAAAAAAAABw/qJrn0ecsuQE/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHnWNybZrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bWdPM3ABQtU/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026553027966494386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHnWNybZrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bWdPM3ABQtU/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHntdybZsI/AAAAAAAAACA/x-mqxWu_4hI/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026553427398452930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHntdybZsI/AAAAAAAAACA/x-mqxWu_4hI/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;koky and his ice cream. the one you get on your birthday at sweasons. it was meant to be a surprise for him. but.. i had to produce his identification and stuffs. so ma fan.. in the end, before the ice cream even arrived. he knew wat was going on. ARG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHnFdybZpI/AAAAAAAAABo/oal0Aq-yLuA/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026552740203685522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHnFdybZpI/AAAAAAAAABo/oal0Aq-yLuA/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us. he did a face while i smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHohtybZtI/AAAAAAAAACI/kABiLssW--k/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026554325046617810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHohtybZtI/AAAAAAAAACI/kABiLssW--k/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us agreed to smile in this picture. BUT he did some funny stuffs. and that was my reaction while he quickly smiled normally again. AHH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-2172534113648906041?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2172534113648906041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/2172534113648906041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2172534113648906041' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RcHl2Kn7w9I/AAAAAAAAABg/EeKPgFWizs0/s72-c/DSC00281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-6232714891666054462</id><published>2007-01-21T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T15:09:34.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEE: lol. er.. both? hah. seriously i have no idea cause none of us made any actions to join that club after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel: er not bad? eh actually it depends on which aspect are you asking about. hahas. how's yours? got any chiobu you fancy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am AWAFULLY TIRED. but still, i wanna update about the OG outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met koky in the morning.. went to his place.. to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;PIKACHUU...&lt;br /&gt;grab the blades and off to east coast park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god it wasn't raining at ecp. the rain at downtown east was like so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met the rest of the OG peeps at ecp.. they rented their bicycles. its like everyone can ride the bicycle, except me! arg. i am so gonna learn how to ride it after i overcome my fear that is. lol. mother nature was nice to us.. the weather was cloudy.. nice cooling breezes, or perhaps its wind instead of breezes. there were so many people at the park. especially along bedok jetty. so many people were fishing there. ohh.. i miss my fishing days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the ride at ecp.. we gathered at ecp's mac. koky darling left.. those who wanted to change went to change and while waiting, guess wat popped out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FHM cards! 2005 edition.&lt;br /&gt;guys are forever guys.&lt;br /&gt;angela was so desprated to do a card trick that the rest of us felt that it was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a train down to marina.. poor guo hao waited for us for almost an hour. and once we step out of the so called underpass there were people trying to get us to eat their steamboat. ahh so scary! they are like so agressive. they hurried us into their mini bus, told us that they will reduce the price to 10bucks for us (it was orginally 12bucks), and that we will get a free ride back.. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached you could see people running towards the mini bus with papers in their hands. it totally gave me the image that we were being kidnapped or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was obviously not fresh. yes, you can see housefly flying around.. smell the fishy fishy smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMMjOGn2nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hgeXxtfW65A/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022371808669063794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMMjOGn2nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hgeXxtfW65A/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our butter look like a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys obviously can't cook. before they can even put any food on the aluminium foil, it was already brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they used a plastic spoon to put the butter on the foil, and plastic will obiously melt with the heat around. next, they tried to spread butter on the foil with the thing used for the soup. yes, this is how dumb guys can get. just use the chopsticks to spread the butter lah! hais. we girls had to serve ourselves. but thank god they managed to get the hang of cooking towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the service there is BAD. we spent like almost half an hour jus trying to get the indian man to change the chao ta aluminium foil for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if any of you were to eat steamboat at marina.. please please.. not eat that stall. i heard that chong pang is not bad. the food there is fresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much food was left over.. and for every 100g of food left, we had to pay 5bucks. but who ares anyway. jus take our ice creams and bags and run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to crash the other OGs steamboat. saw suhui, and yes.. i know who is cindy now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guo hao was nice.. in fact the only gentlemen is the OG cause he helped me to carry my blades! i hope hao sao doesn't kill me for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMOhOGn2oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jcP4FX3uGGM/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022373973332580994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMOhOGn2oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jcP4FX3uGGM/s320/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun he look xing fu with it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for friday.. koky and i went to do the paint thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMP6-Gn2pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HZ4huyJY0yI/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022375515225840274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMP6-Gn2pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HZ4huyJY0yI/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did the one on the right, and he did the one on the left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMQYuGn2qI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vm70CGiwrM4/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022376026326948514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMQYuGn2qI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vm70CGiwrM4/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obviously the one i did is nicer right. even though his is very colourful and vibrant.. but who have ever seen a fortune cat with a BLUE paw?!?! which is not even the same colour as its face. koky, even though you have the artistic flare, i think mine is better. wahahahahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMQz-Gn2rI/AAAAAAAAABM/AcOYpCQdzKY/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022376494478383794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMQz-Gn2rI/AAAAAAAAABM/AcOYpCQdzKY/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-dah! the lady actually swop the places of our cats. mine is on the left now. so whose is nicer? mine or his? MINE RIGHT? YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-6232714891666054462?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6232714891666054462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6232714891666054462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6232714891666054462' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RbMMjOGn2nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hgeXxtfW65A/s72-c/DSC00273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-3423580250318561974</id><published>2007-01-14T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:11:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seen the advertisment about the arena?&lt;br /&gt;the one where a lady used a tissue paper to rserve a seat?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't had much views about that action till today because i jus seen it with my own eyes. its like so typical of singapoeans can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuk. like i was saying, that action is so unspeakable and so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i can't find that word to describe but it is SO yes, typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, mayb wat i saw today was slightly better than wat was shown on the arena. cause the lady even took out a plastic bag to place her precious tissue. WHAT THE FU*K. and this happened at causeway point, horizon foodmall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare her to use her IC instead of the pathetic tissue to reserve that table.&lt;br /&gt;oh puh-lease. that is the different between singaporeans and people from the other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this entry is not flowing properly. but whatever. i hate what that lady did.&lt;br /&gt;a tissue. hur. at least leave something more prominent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3423580250318561974?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3423580250318561974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3423580250318561974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3423580250318561974' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-4605900112345048587</id><published>2007-01-10T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:14:28.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ORIENTATION WAS A BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, initially i was kinda bored. but it really turned high during the finale.&lt;br /&gt;so happy to see yelyn, gel, daniel, aaron and wenjin crashing pjc!&lt;br /&gt;i hope you guys enjoyed too.&lt;br /&gt;mass dance and fun dance rock, BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;woohooo! still want more of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. sad to say, but it is the first day of offical lecture.&lt;br /&gt;and damn it. my arm muscles are aching due to the obstacle course ytd. AND the PE teachers were like so nice to give us an orientation by the canal. INDEED, it was an wonderful orientation. a perfect chance to know the wonderful canal because it is a 3km run! ARG. and now my tigh muscles are totally aching. my legs are going to give way anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i find that the CCAs in pjc are quite limited. not that they have very few CCAs but they have very few CCAs which attract us. i'm at the verge of being CCA-less. hahas. mayb i go for reading club or someting. yes, they do have reading club. cause others are erm... hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired tired tired. another day of lecture tml.&lt;br /&gt;thank god sch is ending at 12.30pm tml.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahaha. but this early timing release period is for only a week.&lt;br /&gt;ahh sobs. honeymoon is gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;everything is going to be taxing once the tutorials step in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-4605900112345048587?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4605900112345048587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4605900112345048587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4605900112345048587' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-6661437658145516409</id><published>2007-01-03T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:37:57.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school?&lt;br /&gt;its awfully uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they called it a two hour talk. but in actual fact we were like seated at 8am and the talk stopped at almost 11am. 3 hours ok.&lt;br /&gt;they introduced the P, VPs, HODs and J1 teachers.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i can't even remember their names.&lt;br /&gt;we label them by the guy who wears blue, the guy who gave the talk on how to fill in the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have this OGL who is like hyper.&lt;br /&gt;she goes around YOZ-ing everybody.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that she'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was ok.&lt;br /&gt;not very filling though.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch was a two hour lecture.&lt;br /&gt;yes, lecture on the first day of school while others are playing games.&lt;br /&gt;ARG.&lt;br /&gt;i hope tml will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-6661437658145516409?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6661437658145516409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6661437658145516409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6661437658145516409' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-1803772384102483284</id><published>2006-12-31T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:14:25.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss miss miss...&lt;br /&gt;miss EVERBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss everybody A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why, but i'm having this mix feelings inside me.&lt;br /&gt;so complicated yet so simple at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years, and its gone.&lt;br /&gt;its like POOF and everythi *vanishes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be missing everybody loads, and i mean it ok.&lt;br /&gt;all the fun and laughter, parties, bbqs, sentosa, birthdays..&lt;br /&gt;graduation left everybody with tears.&lt;br /&gt;especially val who can't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, nobody could make out what she was trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;fiona was the strong one who didn't shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little time, so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolin. valerie. yixi. fiona. melisa. suhui. daniel. sheng xun. dallas. aaron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list never ends.&lt;br /&gt;you all make a huge impact in my life. so hard that it will forever leave a mark in me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kok peng.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making sacrifies for me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile more.&lt;br /&gt;i love to see you smile. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;weakling. i can't always be taking care of you when you fall sick understand?&lt;br /&gt;you this big baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is tough.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say that it is never simple nor easy.&lt;br /&gt;hold on to what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;pursue what you love doing.&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, enjoy your life. live it for yourself not for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEARS all things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BELIEVES all things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOPES all things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENDURES all things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE NEVER FAILS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-1803772384102483284?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1803772384102483284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/1803772384102483284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#1803772384102483284' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-6965238639558424356</id><published>2006-12-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:44:33.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just had an awesome dinner!&lt;br /&gt;i love to put up the photos but sorry guys, i was too engrossed eating that i forgot to take any photos.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its a korean resturant opened by real koreans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shop is practically flooded and its not opened on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;everything there taste so good!&lt;br /&gt;there was this couple who ordered so much food.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not wrong, it can actually cater to at least 6 pple.&lt;br /&gt;hah. i wonder how are they going to finish the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ginseng chicken rocks! (dallas, i hope you're reading this). lol.&lt;br /&gt;fear not if you finish drinking and there's still chicken left cause its FOC to refill the soup. but please finish the soup if you ask for more or else it'll be such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shop is called togi at mosque street chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;price is reasonable too ((:&lt;br /&gt;101% WORTH IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-6965238639558424356?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6965238639558424356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/6965238639558424356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6965238639558424356' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-8406048284754446611</id><published>2006-12-18T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:34:31.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work work work.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it is very boring.&lt;br /&gt;shan't nag on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koky brought me to newyork newyork for dinner ytd.&lt;br /&gt;its at city link.&lt;br /&gt;the drinks rock!&lt;br /&gt;you get root beer float.&lt;br /&gt;and it really does float.&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream is solid. love it to the max.&lt;br /&gt;their lemonade is also sour enough.&lt;br /&gt;so dun fear that the lemonade is sweet. its sour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their food are also not bad.&lt;br /&gt;chicken wing rocks! oh.. i hope val sees this. she'll be thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;but their pasta.. hmm.. not that nice though.&lt;br /&gt;too creamy for me. left it untouched.&lt;br /&gt;but their chicken on top of the pasta is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys can go try it out!&lt;br /&gt;price is reasonable. ambience is good too.&lt;br /&gt;perfect for gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;you'll know what i mean when you see their seats. its in a semi circle shape.&lt;br /&gt;really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle andrew went for a op again..&lt;br /&gt;hais, its getting more and more serious.&lt;br /&gt;he can't even talk now, and he's in pain.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope he recovers soon.&lt;br /&gt;he is such a nice guy. why do nice guys always meet with the bad stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;its not fair.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. all i pray is for he recovers.&lt;br /&gt;i know cancer is hard to heal.. but at least let him have a better life.&lt;br /&gt;release him from all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;life is so precious and unpredictable.&lt;div 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh work work work!&lt;br /&gt;come visit me ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like super bored there.&lt;br /&gt;its like only 10 customers who step into the shop?&lt;br /&gt;slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yelyn: so fun seeing daniel and sheng xun getting scolded by ms ng right. their sorrow at our joy =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel: when develop photo? i waiting for you lehs. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron: haha. like i said, BORING! so come visit me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-4409568273426961764?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4409568273426961764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4409568273426961764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RX1JvJZ44nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iDkK1ViAyTI/s1600-h/alvin+skate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007239435033043570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RX1JvJZ44nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iDkK1ViAyTI/s320/alvin+skate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-3270077552078668933?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3270077552078668933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/3270077552078668933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#3270077552078668933' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aczsbLbOO9Q/RX1JzJZ44oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_QWMYCXKLFw/s72-c/alvin+skate1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-4500645983938441128</id><published>2006-12-06T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:34:50.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;specially for koky...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If We Hold On Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't lose your way&lt;br /&gt;with each passing day&lt;br /&gt;you've come so far&lt;br /&gt;don't throw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live believing&lt;br /&gt;dreams are for weaving&lt;br /&gt;wonders are waiting to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live your story&lt;br /&gt;faith, hope and glory&lt;br /&gt;hold to the truth in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;i know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;for you and i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;souls in the winds&lt;br /&gt;must learn how to bend&lt;br /&gt;seek out a star&lt;br /&gt;hold to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valley mountain&lt;br /&gt;there is a fountain&lt;br /&gt;washes our tears all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words are swaying&lt;br /&gt;someone is praying&lt;br /&gt;please us come home to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;i know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;for you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we are out there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;we'll dream about the sun&lt;br /&gt;in the dark, we'll feel the light&lt;br /&gt;warm our hearts&lt;br /&gt;everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;i know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;as high as souls can fly&lt;br /&gt;the clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;for you and i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't give up.. its hard, i know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you can do it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trust yourself, believe in youself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-4500645983938441128?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4500645983938441128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/4500645983938441128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4500645983938441128' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-116490282161327260</id><published>2006-11-30T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:07:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh.. i'm awafully tired.&lt;br /&gt;came back at 8am this morning with suhui, yixi and fiona.&lt;br /&gt;i love taxi. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;fell flat on the bed the moment i reached home. slept till 2pm..&lt;br /&gt;woke up for food, went to meet koky.&lt;br /&gt;came back at 6pm and slept till 9am.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29th nov 2006 - prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met fiona, gel, yixi and mel to get our hair and make up done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/731905/sec4%20prom%202006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/68779/sec4%20prom%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my hair. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/908427/sec4%20prom%202006%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/107549/sec4%20prom%202006%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us with our hairdresser. aunt audrey! she's the pro man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw godma at the saloon as well..&lt;br /&gt;took at cab down to king's hotel.&lt;br /&gt;mark in the room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/625065/sec4%20prom%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/126349/sec4%20prom%202006%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the others soon came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/169697/sec4%20prom%202006%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/80904/sec4%20prom%202006%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, suhui is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to furama hotel.&lt;br /&gt;it was jus beside king's hotel.&lt;br /&gt;and.. we took more photos. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/770660/sec4%20prom%202006%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/542227/sec4%20prom%202006%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with jolin. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/534920/sec4%20prom%202006%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/148979/sec4%20prom%202006%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my "prom date". yellow yellow dirty fellow. (this obviously applys to daniel only. =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/674708/sec4%20prom%202006%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/780978/sec4%20prom%202006%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twins. hahas. fiona and hui chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off we went to the ballroom at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;the finalist of the prom kings and queens danced.&lt;br /&gt;mambo. wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food of served, and it sucks, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this big bowl with a cover being served.&lt;br /&gt;naturally, you will expect that it is shark fin right.&lt;br /&gt;typically singaporean ballroom dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i dun eat shark fin.&lt;br /&gt;jolin: erm...&lt;br /&gt;*the waitress opened the cover*&lt;br /&gt;me: wat the hell is that?!&lt;br /&gt;jolin: some veggie soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basket. we paid 60bucks for a veggie soup with bean sprout and celery? YUK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/265703/sec4%20prom%202006%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/69079/sec4%20prom%202006%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/23163/sec4%20prom%202006%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/541071/sec4%20prom%202006%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/918895/sec4%20prom%202006%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/870983/sec4%20prom%202006%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food got so horrible that i was so turned off to take photos of it.&lt;br /&gt;arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily there was games, lucky draw to bring up the atmostphere.&lt;br /&gt;daniel and wenjin were opponenets in some singing game. lol. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;chu zen sure enjoyed playing the guitar =x&lt;br /&gt;and, the grand prize of the lucky draw was a tv and hi-5 set i think.&lt;br /&gt;congrats to the guy who won it, and thank god the cabbies accept the tv cause it ain't that huge.&lt;br /&gt;yixi also won a glass set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALLAS IS OUR PROM KING.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOO. GO DALLAS.&lt;br /&gt;dun forget my ice cream. wahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingni is our prom queen.&lt;br /&gt;but yelyn and heeday, will forever be the queens in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took more photos after prom. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/443972/sec4%20prom%202006%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/75815/sec4%20prom%202006%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choir girls with miss lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/854229/sec4%20prom%202006%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/481039/sec4%20prom%202006%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole dallas's flower for the photo. i want my ice cream ok, prom king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/634006/sec4%20prom%202006%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/924530/sec4%20prom%202006%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess whose behind the masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/313034/sec4%20prom%202006%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/35851/sec4%20prom%202006%20080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously joon kiat bent down a lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;but, i got so facinated with tall pple and their height that i decided to approach jeremiah (erm, can't spell, so forgive me yea) for a photo. and mel joined in!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha.. jus look at the difference in height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/307309/sec4%20prom%202006%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/875626/sec4%20prom%202006%20090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are barely reaching his shoulders. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/56705/DSCF0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/320/268062/DSCF0537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2094/377/1600/313136/sec4%20prom%202006%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/6'04. not everybody is present, but we tried to find whoever we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so so so tired at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;helped each other take out all the hair pins on our hair.&lt;br /&gt;yelyn was the winner.&lt;br /&gt;she had 30 hair pins!&lt;br /&gt;and aaron can be such a good hair stylist. don't you like the giltters?&lt;br /&gt;so nice right. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was so bad that i was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;thank god some of the boys went to get cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, and i happily slurped them up.&lt;br /&gt;so nice right, mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slack thru the night.. and its home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss all these people.&lt;br /&gt;keep in touch yea!&lt;br /&gt;love you guys all! MUACKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-116490282161327260?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116490282161327260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116490282161327260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116490282161327260' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-116429211225165633</id><published>2006-11-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:28:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;i've been in town everyday for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a job interview ytd morning with nana and mel.&lt;br /&gt;they lady seem demanding, so i dun think i'll be able to get that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met jolin at bugis after that..&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch at some tea shop. since it is a tea shop, i guess all of us assume that their tea should taste nice right.&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;their tea was horrible. both of us left the cup practically untouched.&lt;br /&gt;the food was not bad though.&lt;br /&gt;went for another job apllication at body shop.. koky's godsis, emili did it for me. wahahahha. now all i need to do is to wait for their call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koky came down to meet me too.. we went for a show at plaza singapura. &lt;br /&gt;we wanted to go to the grand cathay, but it was raining. sobs sobs..&lt;br /&gt;jolin went off at orchard to meet her mum.&lt;br /&gt;FLUSHED AWAY was ok.. not that nice, not that not nice. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today.. gel and nana got their dresses.&lt;br /&gt;some necklace and earings too. &lt;br /&gt;oh, and suhui and gel pierced their ears. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;got my shoes, they got theirs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will ahyi call me and tell me my dress is ready..&lt;br /&gt;sobs sobs.. *prays that she calls me quick.&lt;br /&gt;prom is approaching.. ahh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-116429211225165633?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116429211225165633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116429211225165633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116429211225165633' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-116394492587294482</id><published>2006-11-19T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:02:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, the exams are OVER!&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught casino royale on thursday with koky.&lt;br /&gt;it was full of actions, but plot was kinda confusing.&lt;br /&gt;everybody had a hidden agenda. (sounds like AEOP? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who wants to watch HAPPY FEET?&lt;br /&gt;call me ok. i'm dying to watch that show.&lt;br /&gt;ahh those cute little penguins.&lt;br /&gt;i want to kidnap one home. wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went vivo city with yixi, suhui, chen yen and gel on friday.&lt;br /&gt;my legs almost broke. so so so tired.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/DSC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/DSC00165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool right. our noses are label "forever 21"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/DSC00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/DSC00166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our shadows. at the rootop of vivo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/DSC00169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/DSC00169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. chen yen is so in love with her tou jiang you tiao. and suhui, dun act camera shy lehs! see camera siam till only see you tiao. jus look how happily did she smile in front of the camera the next photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/DSC00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/DSC00171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk. smile so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;met godma, godpa, some of the aunts and kids for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;ahh they are one crazy lot. &lt;br /&gt;the kids got wet at vivo's pool.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean totally wet, from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;we had to buy clothes for them to change. tsk tsk. kids.&lt;br /&gt;lol. at least they enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. sat.. oh yea, went to buy the cloth for the prom dress.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.. then went to ahyi's house.&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna help me tailor it!&lt;br /&gt;yay! i hope it turns out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh today.. another super tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;went to the cemetery to pay respects.&lt;br /&gt;the sun almost melted me like chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;went to jp.. walk walk walk..&lt;br /&gt;then went to cwp.. walk walk walk..&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. can someone give me a leg massage? =x&lt;br /&gt;**hint hint**&lt;br /&gt;a sponsorship for a full body massage would also be nice.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-116394492587294482?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116394492587294482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116394492587294482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116394492587294482' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-116191418002486475</id><published>2006-10-27T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:56:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i know i'm kinda retard to notice this now, but... i realised my monitor actually still works when i off the main swtich! fansinating huh? please tell me it is. coz there's no other adapter or anythi. its jus one plain wire all the way from the main switch to the monitor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its energy saving ok. lol. ok, i'm trying to act dumb again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-116191418002486475?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116191418002486475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116191418002486475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116191418002486475' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-116161348016186669</id><published>2006-10-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:24:40.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>try pronouncing black pearl and black pig in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;they'll both sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;hei zhu.&lt;br /&gt;yet, the difference is GREAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-116161348016186669?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116161348016186669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116161348016186669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116161348016186669' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-116107327440543313</id><published>2006-10-17T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:42:06.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bio.&lt;br /&gt;ideally perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please tell me wat the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;eating, sleeping and shopping isn't giving a sense of satisfaction anymore! (it used to giv me lots of satisfaction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;nothi went right today.&lt;br /&gt;my bench was bloody wet, and naturally, my paper got wet as hell.&lt;br /&gt;hell, next, i spilt ethanol on my paper.&lt;br /&gt;thank god it was ethanol, imagine how long it will take to evaporate if it was water or salt solution.&lt;br /&gt;and.. hais.&lt;br /&gt;best of all, i left the farking last page blank.&lt;br /&gt;worth 10 marks ok.&lt;br /&gt;and is not as if i'm at all confident of the previous answers.&lt;br /&gt;they'll all rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that bloody haze is thinning the air so much.&lt;br /&gt;i found so difficult to breath on my way to school.&lt;br /&gt;and it was freaking warm.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the air pollution and heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid indonesians.&lt;br /&gt;wat's the use of burning and burning the land.&lt;br /&gt;it does nothing but contribute to global warming, carbon monoxide and dust.&lt;br /&gt;and please, carbon monoxide is bad for our body.&lt;br /&gt;it combines with hameglobin more readliy then oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;this deprives our body of oxgen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and burning jus increases infertility&lt;br /&gt;how to grow this on a chao ta land?&lt;br /&gt;the essential minerals are GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burning year after year.&lt;br /&gt;don't they ever realise their mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;jus think, even if they can grow new crops, they're effecting the enviroment and other people's health.&lt;br /&gt;self-centered, brainless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation day was on 13th fri.&lt;br /&gt;yes, black friday.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, there isn't graduation night anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't get to wear the graduation clothes with that hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was touching.&lt;br /&gt;mel cried before we even entered the hall.&lt;br /&gt;and sx was right.. you see chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val and me. alamak so blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. we took so many photos to get this perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, yixi and nana.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i think i am having a serious case of hair loss.&lt;br /&gt;my fringe is thinning so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, jo and yixi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhui and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheng xun and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i was tip-toeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/6'04 rock the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel and mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oii. cow, smile lehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bear and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ester and i. jus compare the size of our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/Picture%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/Picture%20042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss lim, mel and i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-116107327440543313?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116107327440543313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/116107327440543313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116107327440543313' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115986953755861595</id><published>2006-10-03T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:58:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a baby barely 3 mths old.&lt;br /&gt;he is here for barely a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is such an adorable fellow&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss that naughty boy who loves biting people's finger.&lt;br /&gt;that naughty boy who loves rolling round..&lt;br /&gt;who sleeps on the floor instead of his blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milo..&lt;br /&gt;that fun and laughter in our life, even if it was for a short period of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115986953755861595?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115986953755861595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115986953755861595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115986953755861595' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115943739225248141</id><published>2006-09-28T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T17:56:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some adorable pictures of milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/24092006155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/24092006155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/24092006157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/24092006157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/24092006159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/24092006159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/24092006161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/24092006161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lying on my fat little tummy =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/CA2J016V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/CA2J016V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no! dun take away my pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/CA4DS5U7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/CA4DS5U7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn... i love my pillow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/CAAMQ741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/CAAMQ741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i small or is the tv big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/CAEVZ4N3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/CAEVZ4N3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe i love biting fingers.. =x yum yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115943739225248141?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115943739225248141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115943739225248141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115943739225248141' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115917204767243604</id><published>2006-09-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:14:07.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala~&lt;br /&gt;i flunked my ss, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed my path to jc, so its sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;its perfect in fact.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i love myself hell lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that freaking social studies is not at all instilling loyality into me at all when it is supposed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm jus young, ignorant fool whose kicking up a big fuss simply because i didn't do well.&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;br /&gt;i dun care how u think.&lt;br /&gt;i jus know i'm hate it, and i WILL continue to hate it, unless a miracle happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder singapore is suffering a brain drain.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder we hav to attract foregin talents when other countries are already so contented with their talented man power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it wasn't for my grandpa, god parents, relatives and friends i wouldn't even be here but in austraila enjoying the 4 seasons.&lt;br /&gt;and i will only be back in singapore for my shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;or i might even choose to fly to new york, paris or uk instead of coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a day.&lt;br /&gt;wat a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115917204767243604?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115917204767243604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115917204767243604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115917204767243604' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115901789124048493</id><published>2006-09-23T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:32:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KOKY GOT A DOGGIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok lah. not him exactly, but his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its s shih tsu.&lt;br /&gt;a baby shih tsu. only 2 months old.&lt;br /&gt;it was so afraid when we jus took it out of the cage..&lt;br /&gt;but now.. it is hoping, jumping and playing around already.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its a he, and he bit my finger.&lt;br /&gt;thank god his teeth aren't sharp, or there goes my finger.&lt;br /&gt;lol. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koky wanted to adpot one of those abandoned dog.. but his cousin didn't want.&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;they got a puppy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. the adults side..&lt;br /&gt;some of them are still nagging... but koky's parents are ok with it already.&lt;br /&gt;all they have to do is to settle his aunt and his ah ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dog is so so so cute!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna take lots of photos of it the next time i go over and post them all.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;my new baby is the dog!!&lt;br /&gt;whahahaha. koky, dun get jealous.. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115901789124048493?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115901789124048493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115901789124048493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115901789124048493' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115899403684661937</id><published>2006-09-23T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:47:16.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inhuman owners.&lt;br /&gt;if u want to keep a pet, u jolly well be devotated to the pet till it pass away.&lt;br /&gt;dun buy the pet, jus because the pet is cute and abandon it when it grows big, and when u no longer find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;esp for those farking rich owners.&lt;br /&gt;fancy buying those big dog, wanting them to look after ur filthy rich house and abandoning them when u find that they can't look after ur irritating house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is 101% sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus been to the animal shelter.&lt;br /&gt;for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;there are like so so so many abandoned dogs, and most of them are large dogs.&lt;br /&gt;those dogs which only rich pple are capable of keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and others were horrible tortured!&lt;br /&gt;there was this beautiful husky.&lt;br /&gt;and mind you, its really beautiful with its white flufy fur.&lt;br /&gt;but when it stands up, you'll see that it only has 3 legs.&lt;br /&gt;one hindleg is gone.&lt;br /&gt;and please.. pple abandon it because it doesn't have one hindleg.&lt;br /&gt;hello.. it is still a normal, healthy, playful and curious dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another worst one.&lt;br /&gt;it didn't had one eye!&lt;br /&gt;yes, it is only left with one eye.&lt;br /&gt;the other side of the dog only had BONE and fur.&lt;br /&gt;and its skin and fur is in horrible condition.&lt;br /&gt;with black patches over. (its orginal fur colour is brown)&lt;br /&gt;this dog is obviously tortured before.&lt;br /&gt;it even limps when it walks.&lt;br /&gt;for everystep it makes, its head has to go move up and down.&lt;br /&gt;imagine you yourself moving ur head up and down for every single step u walk or run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickening inhuman people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115899403684661937?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115899403684661937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115899403684661937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115899403684661937' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115875894962308519</id><published>2006-09-20T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:29:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met koky in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;went to the hospital to visit uncle.&lt;br /&gt;he is getting so thin (even though he was already thin when i knew him).&lt;br /&gt;he can't consume any food, so the doctor put him on glucose drip.&lt;br /&gt;those needles hurt like nobody's business lah.&lt;br /&gt;and imagine him having them poke in his skin for few days already.&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;and koky jus msged me..&lt;br /&gt;he said uncle might be home bound with the feeding tube in him.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the tube which is from your mouth, through your throat to ur stomach via your gullet.&lt;br /&gt;that is so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;hais. &lt;br /&gt;really hope that a miracle will happen, and uncle will recover.&lt;br /&gt;*prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to east coast park after that.&lt;br /&gt;haha yea, blading blading blading.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting better okie.&lt;br /&gt;even though my feet totally gav way towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to cut my toenails and the pressure acting was OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;pain pain pain!&lt;br /&gt;hahas... was beat tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab to koky's place.&lt;br /&gt;bathe and sleep till dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. but i played maple at his place too. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. a long day.&lt;br /&gt;sch's gonna reopen tml.&lt;br /&gt;ahh sobs.&lt;br /&gt;the horrible prelim results will appear in no time.&lt;br /&gt;and after that... O LEVELS.&lt;br /&gt;jia you everybody. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115875894962308519?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115875894962308519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115875894962308519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115875894962308519' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115805329625502304</id><published>2006-09-12T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:33:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so full.&lt;br /&gt;feel so lazy now... feel like sleeping so much but, i still have to study bio.&lt;br /&gt;arg. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;but at least seoul garden managed to fill my hunger pangs.&lt;br /&gt;whahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0879.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0879.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see koky happily eating. (he's gonna kill me when he see this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0883.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0883.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is his ice kachang which is too sweet and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. so fun.&lt;br /&gt;but too full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got my blades already.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. thank you koky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0874.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0874.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so chio right. wahhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;but i'm always getting serious body ache after blading.&lt;br /&gt;i need to exercise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115805329625502304?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115805329625502304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115805329625502304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115805329625502304' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115753095924586457</id><published>2006-09-06T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:22:39.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to:&lt;br /&gt;all tutors and tutors-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;here are some pointers that you ought to take note of to prevent yourself from being fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. do not be late for your appointments with your tutee. if you were to be late, pay back the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. remember all your appointments. and if u have a poor memory, jolly well write everything down in your journal and follow it tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. always have the courteousy to call your tutee and tell them that the tuition is cancelled if u cannot make it. dun make them wait like an idiot for you. you are not the queen of england or the princess of japan. dun wait for your tutee to call u and there u go asking "am i supposed to come today? oh i forgot." you are only gonna spoil your own image and reputation. people will look at u as an irresponsible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. never side track. you job is to teach, so you jus teach. dun go on talking abt other tutees of yours or your own personal life. i dun care how open minded are you about your personal affairs. i'm not interested to know that. i'm more interested in how well can u explain a particular question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realise everythi here refers to responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;yes tutors, your tutee wants a responsible tutor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115753095924586457?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115753095924586457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115753095924586457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115753095924586457' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115745391229772619</id><published>2006-09-05T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:01:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from sentosa underwater world.&lt;br /&gt;i only love the trail thingy.&lt;br /&gt;u step on it and the thing moves.&lt;br /&gt;lol. took quite a numbr of photo there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look carefully. its a stingray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a bunch of sharks sleeping together. how lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the legendary dugong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cute little crabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the giant crab &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jelly fish. facinating huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;underwater world.. the girls were mentioning that some couples actually booked the entire underwater world and have their wedding there, as in the buffet. so sweet and romantic. imagine u could hold your wedding under the sea. its not real, but hello. its the cloest to the sea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i made up my mind. i want my wedding to be in the underwater world too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i know. i'm thinking too much. lol. perhaps techonology will be better when i'm getting married. and i can have a real wedding under the sea. ok, i'm really thinking too much now. techonology wun jus improve so drastically over 10 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115745391229772619?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115745391229772619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115745391229772619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115745391229772619' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115717981422462824</id><published>2006-09-02T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:52:15.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/200/SP_A0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blading is scary.&lt;br /&gt;esp when the coach (koky) is so scary too.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="centre"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/200/SP_A0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i will master blading!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahhahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115717981422462824?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115717981422462824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115717981422462824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115717981422462824' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115703352879863619</id><published>2006-08-31T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:12:08.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh.. i dunno how to describe today's celebration as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performance was kinda screwed.&lt;br /&gt;the powerpoint presentation didn't appear, the curtians weren't open when the music started, and the audience couldn't hear our singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to meet my primary school peeps after school.&lt;br /&gt;ay, sw, ky, qjj and warren.&lt;br /&gt;it was such a nice plan.&lt;br /&gt;i mett them, and we ended up playing pool at lot1.&lt;br /&gt;saw lots of pple (as in, those from sec school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. pool was fun.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;pw and py came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did sommethi horrible lame.&lt;br /&gt;we took the train to jurong and back to woodlands again to meet zigui.&lt;br /&gt;arg!&lt;br /&gt;lame, but yea, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;ky is the monkey chan.&lt;br /&gt;forever doing stuns and toking cock.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;went to mos.&lt;br /&gt;all of us were so dead while zg was continuously yaking away =/&lt;br /&gt;chatty ass. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss those good old days.&lt;br /&gt;block catching, talk cock.&lt;br /&gt;aw.. those were the best ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115703352879863619?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115703352879863619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115703352879863619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115703352879863619' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115668454495300936</id><published>2006-08-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:16:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0585.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This is me:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115668454495300936?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115668454495300936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115668454495300936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115668454495300936' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115654916934693727</id><published>2006-08-26T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T07:39:29.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alamak!&lt;br /&gt;ONG KOK PENG!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna announce somethi. the previous was done by koky.&lt;br /&gt;i know nothi abt it. &lt;br /&gt;you love my ugly photos. don't you? ((:&lt;br /&gt;and as a reward for him.&lt;br /&gt;i did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0579.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0579.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a blur face. wahahhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0774.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koky.. dun act cute lah. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115654916934693727?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115654916934693727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115654916934693727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115654916934693727' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115653889667616066</id><published>2006-08-26T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T04:48:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/400/SP_A0574.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i look dumb(thanks to that koky)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115653889667616066?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115653889667616066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115653889667616066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115653889667616066' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115653876334701348</id><published>2006-08-26T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T04:46:40.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/400/SP_A0729.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I LOVE KOKY:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115653876334701348?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115653876334701348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115653876334701348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115653876334701348' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115651405035058179</id><published>2006-08-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:46:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had so much fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love changi beach.&lt;br /&gt;not because of the beach, but because i could see air planes from there!&lt;br /&gt;its a clear, big and direct view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0781.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/320/SP_A0781.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2094/377/1600/SP_A0781.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught this with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;it looks like some toy plane, but hey. its a REAL plane ok.&lt;br /&gt;look carefully. you'll see the flag of some country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXY2PNB-xC0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXY2PNB-xC0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the link for the plane flying across.&lt;br /&gt;it looks really small from far, but u can see that it is still a plane yea.&lt;br /&gt;i'm jus holding a normal phone.&lt;br /&gt;not some super good and chio phone like the nokia N73 where such good videos and photos can be taken. so yea, BEAR WITH IT. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and we went to eat wanton mee!&lt;br /&gt;yes, its wanton mee.&lt;br /&gt;haha. quite nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't hungry. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, check out this link for somethi stupid. but funny.&lt;br /&gt;koky is the creater.&lt;br /&gt;wahahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWF80hZpMME"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWF80hZpMME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115651405035058179?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115651405035058179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115651405035058179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115651405035058179' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115591413118827819</id><published>2006-08-18T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:15:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love bears all things believes all things&lt;br /&gt;love hopes all things endures all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 corinthians 4-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115591413118827819?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115591413118827819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115591413118827819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115591413118827819' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115470308108080324</id><published>2006-08-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:51:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't wait for ndp.&lt;br /&gt;not the one at the national stadium, but the one is school!&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be so happening.&lt;br /&gt;oh,  and i love the pom poms.&lt;br /&gt;way to go choir!!&lt;br /&gt;love you guys LOTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115470308108080324?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115470308108080324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115470308108080324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115470308108080324' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115423052139634063</id><published>2006-07-30T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:35:21.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna scream.&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM OUT LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's the world like to be deaf, mute and blind?&lt;br /&gt;the world of slience, where nobody understands the slience you are going thru.&lt;br /&gt;not even the closest pple around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far yet so near.&lt;br /&gt;so happy yet so sad.&lt;br /&gt;so blessed yet so unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be or not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only tears could drown everythi.&lt;br /&gt;push everythi to the deepest end of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;buried in there, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115423052139634063?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115423052139634063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115423052139634063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladymichelle.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115423052139634063' title=''/><author><name>MiCh-ElLe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719393.post-115242762868839326</id><published>2006-07-09T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:47:08.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm leaving this to rot. lalala~&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat to update abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i'm really gonna leave this place to ROT.&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;heaven((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719393-115242762868839326?l=theladymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719393/posts/default/115242762868839326'/><link rel='self' 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