<?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-6462041</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:40:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirling thoughts of a Woman</title><subtitle type='html'>A Simple Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-3308804605656844501</id><published>2009-01-16T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:59:26.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quarter Century Crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm there. And it starts on 1/1/2009 (though my frens will beg to differ and think they should go by birthday - den again "you can run but you cant hide!"). It just dawned on me that I haven really done anything meaningful for my 24 years of my life. Well there are snippets of success but NOT ENOUGH! i want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise myself that I am going to have a smashing good year, but since I hold the manipulative power to my life, I trust that I can make it a fulfilling one at the very least. I have an exhaustive list of things to learn.. do symphatise with me. I think i torture myself too much sometimes.. well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day today. Any day without work is bright and cheerful for me. Not tat i hate my work, but rather - i prefer doing my own things. Like today, it was a solo shopping effort - books shopping, catching up with my fren in town at my fave starbucks, clothes shopping, pple watching. It's great. A form of simple leisure that I yearn. I told you i am a simple person. hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till a long long time will i write again. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-3308804605656844501?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3308804605656844501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3308804605656844501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2009/01/quarter-century-crisis-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-3205442122699478316</id><published>2008-09-14T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:36:50.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 20th Aug, my beloved grandma moved on. That was the saddest moment in my life. If she don't fall down, she could have live to a ripe old age. That nite, I shook at her breathless body with disbelief. I shouted so loud, "Grandma, come back. come back now. you promise that you will see me get married and then see your great grandchildren. come back. come back now!"&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I blame myself for not spending enough time with her, despite the fact that I stay so near to her. I hate myself for not treating her to a good meal. I hate myself for so many things, but what can I do. i hate myself for calling the ambulance who send her to that goddamn hospital - NUH (btw, my granddad passed away there).  She is gone, forever.  I don't wanna try to recollect what happen to her, because it is too painful... so painful that when I write this blog, it is with tears attached. I recalled those good old days I have had with her, it was beautiful. She was a lady with poise and beauty.  I take back those words that she is gone forever, coz, she will live in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, whereever you are now, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-3205442122699478316?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3205442122699478316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3205442122699478316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-20th-aug-my-beloved-grandma-moved-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-5884418008542918681</id><published>2008-07-12T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:39:35.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Virgin visit to a Gay Pub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG.... I noe.. are u surprised or are you surprised? Someone who is homophobic visit a gay pub. Any gay pub is better den lesbian pub, well, at least i feel safe there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously we were doing abit of club cum pub hopping. Went Holland V, then Zouk then gay pub.&lt;br /&gt;Wad an eye opener. Well, guys in pink, V-neck shirts, very "Deh" voice, *as i was describing this my goose bumps pop out*. Ya, so u noe the rest. I was so tempted to leave my fren there for 5 mins to see if some guy will pick him up. lolz. Then I told him "worse come to worse, I'll save u." But he is god-damn straight (so he claims) . The gay bartenders were dancing in a you-know way. lolz.. Apparently the other gay at the opposite pub were more aggressive. I WANT TO SEE! hahahah..  But if u ask me to go to a les pub.. I WILL DIE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh b4 that we met this stranger at winebar. We ask abt his occupation and he said "I;m a trader at Bar Cap..." RIGHT!!! His eyes were rolling the whole time when he said tat. He said he is from Aussie. He was trying so hard to use localized language like "siao ah, chiobu, bu zhi dao, ..." like WADEVA. so weird. But the more we talk to him, the more I think he is not a trader. So this bugger just try to strike a conversation with the people all around. lolz. Oh well.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;But the the gay pub is still more interesting. lolz.. And i saw a couple of cute guys who are gay.. haaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzz WHY! hahahahha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-5884418008542918681?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5884418008542918681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5884418008542918681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/07/virgin-visit-to-gay-pub-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-9126318572527739054</id><published>2008-06-04T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:46:09.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Wall Street pls.&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;JOKES... lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-9126318572527739054?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/9126318572527739054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/9126318572527739054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/06/succeeded.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-5713175788523042648</id><published>2008-05-29T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:23:02.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know whatever I decide&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-5713175788523042648?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5713175788523042648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5713175788523042648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-whatever-i-decide-im-gonna-shine.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-6999861326782788386</id><published>2008-05-19T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:12:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where is the love???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes we are so caught up with our own life, we take things for granted. That's a pity. Yes, we aim to earn billions and billions of dollars.. but think again, what if we have all the money in the world but we don't have the life to spend. It's sad, isn't it? So I urge all of you to contribute back to the society. Nah, I'm not trying to be an angel here. But just helping you to accumulate good karma so that you and everyone around you will be glowing, with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many events have had happened over the past few days. It isn't difficult to try to spot disaster news on the papers. In fact, those pictures of the disaster scene are shouting right at you whenever u pick up those newspapers. Pcitures of people in pain and agony. Of course, we may not have the physical means or capability to lend a helping hand to those pple in China or Myanmar, but if you are able to donate or can do a little something to help, you are on your way to Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course let's not pray for disasters to happen so that we can help and get gd karma. That awfully EVIL. If you are free, volunteer yourself at Red Cross or something.  Sometimes my sister inspires me in terms of social work or charity work. I have to say she has a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some links for you to ponder on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.redcross.org.sg/volun_div.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.salvationarmy.org/smm%5Cwww_smm_singapore.nsf/vw-search/C326273CDE5F72308025733600177CB3?opendocument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remind you tat you need commitment. Don't  do it for the sake of doing me. I'm telling myself that too. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop scurrying and stop becoming a slave to the mad money chase.&lt;br /&gt;Make your life worth living seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-6999861326782788386?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/6999861326782788386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/6999861326782788386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-is-love-you-know-sometimes-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-2512173939926634138</id><published>2008-05-11T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:32:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"They try to make me go out with them, but I say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;No No No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- adapted from Amy Winehouse - Rehab, in view the current situation I am in now - last min crunch! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Along~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKVbgkfFygY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKVbgkfFygY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, don't give up on me. I am ALL YOURS in a mth's time. Meanwhile, pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-2512173939926634138?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/2512173939926634138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/2512173939926634138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-try-to-make-me-go-out-with-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-8636048831604563041</id><published>2008-04-26T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:02:28.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE HEAT IS ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a ONE TIME PASS! COME ON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-8636048831604563041?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8636048831604563041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8636048831604563041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/04/heat-is-on-i-need-one-time-pass-come-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-614140522591904865</id><published>2008-04-05T10:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:32:57.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy. Going from unit to unit everyday for the past few weeks. Lost track of the number of times I repeated the word "Sir". I should be able to lose a kg cos I have to climb up hills and mountains, if I don't have a ride to hitch from. Well, it trained me to be very independent - sometimes i visit units on my own - basically I am representing your dept, so if i screwed up, my dept get screwed up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need luck, in all aspects. I hope God gets the chance to see my blog and understand how desperate I am in wanting and needing luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out a new chill out place - Book Cafe. It is situated at the end of Mohammad Sultan - diagonally opposite Gallery Hotel. I'm quite a book/ magazine person so this place might juz be one of my fave hide-out. As for food rating or the likes, I won;t be able to advise you as all I had was ice-latte. You have to go there yourself to find out. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for studies, i;m way back behind schedule.  I succumb to temptations like freaking easily.  So ya.. i;m so dead. I can almost sense the 1.6k losing it worthiness.. So i need a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-614140522591904865?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/614140522591904865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/614140522591904865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-update-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-1018520069700307045</id><published>2008-03-22T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:23:19.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Party like I never party before&lt;br /&gt;- Read my novels like I never read before&lt;br /&gt;- Blade, swim, run and play tennis like I never do before&lt;br /&gt;- Shop like I never shop before&lt;br /&gt;- Travel like I never travel before&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Youtube shows like I never watch before&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep like I never sleep before&lt;br /&gt;- Read my Stocks 101 books like I never read before&lt;br /&gt;- Chill out with my friends like I never chill out before (even though I still go out quite a bit.. but not enough!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Have some family bonding time with my family like I never bond before&lt;br /&gt;- Tidy my room like I never tidy before&lt;br /&gt;- Maintain my blog like I never maintain before&lt;br /&gt;- Gossip with my girlies like I never gossip before&lt;br /&gt;- Do funny things like I never do before&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all these after June. Oh wait a minute, isn't it only March still? GAWD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R-TBW2vwLDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/dLCuV0NZQ40/s1600-h/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R-TBW2vwLDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/dLCuV0NZQ40/s320/tired.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180478069779999794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R-TBWmvwLCI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ADTzYmen3PM/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R-TBWmvwLCI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ADTzYmen3PM/s320/cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180478065485032482" 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/6462041-1018520069700307045?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/1018520069700307045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/1018520069700307045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-going-to-party-like-i-never-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R-TBW2vwLDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/dLCuV0NZQ40/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-924310236801008814</id><published>2008-03-02T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:07:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday Morning thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly the title, but this post is about an agglomeration of thoughts spanned over the past few days. Before I start, I need to clarify: This is not an emo post (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close frens would know how hectic life has been for me these couple of mths. And a chat with a couple frens give me fresh insight: "Look, you are complaining abt studying.. are u enjoying it?" Well, to answer that question with the highest level of honesty, I hate the process of studying, I love the things I am studying. There are no hard and fast rules abt trying to be successful or where you wanna be and wanna do. If you're in luck, u get a quantum leap. If you're not in luck, you just have to take a baby step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, after my paper, I have another certification to go for. And maybe Masters in the near future? So tat boils down to the question of "Do I want to study my whole life?" My dad told me "You're a girl, just get a man, get married and form a family". Of course that's in a joking tone, but who wouldnt agree more. Sometimes we need to do a reality check: "Men are like wine, the older they get the better they are . Women are like apple, they age and wrinkle over time." Then again I told my dad, let's talk abt finding the companion I wanna have first b4 we come back to the part abt getting married. I also added that nahz, even if I get married and let say I have the luxury of not having to work, I CANT expect myself to talk cock, sing song, play mahjong all day long. I'm fidgety,  and  that's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-924310236801008814?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/924310236801008814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/924310236801008814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-morning-thoughts-well-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-2686824619221384197</id><published>2008-02-26T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:36:56.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eddie is in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid goodbye to the once-cutie pie from HK showbiz.  And let's see if he is able to find his soul after his so called "soul-searching" exercise. Charity work to repent his sins? Oh come on.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls even "make hay while the sun shines" to boost about how they were so involved with Ed. Wow.. Should we clap now - since u have been officially "world-wide recognized"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good deed, he ran away upon knowing the whole saga. Wussy Pussy huh. Then came back looking shagged and all and announced to the media tat he is quitting. lolz. Doesn't tat sounds so marketing gimmicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that this guy (with a lack of grey matter or brain juice) sent his laptop for repair. Good job, boy. If you like to be kinky and all, just safe keep it for your own consumption la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the end of the day, the moral of the story: Never underestimate the power of a computer repairman. They bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-2686824619221384197?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/2686824619221384197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/2686824619221384197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/02/eddie-is-in-trouble-bid-goodbye-to-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-4855187116323468884</id><published>2008-02-16T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:35:58.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A year wiser - 24&lt;strike&gt;0&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;warning:&gt;&lt;warning:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R7W5-E0fvRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/4CNFaD1Yj3I/s1600-h/DSC02190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R7W5-E0fvRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/4CNFaD1Yj3I/s320/DSC02190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167240623574465810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile until so happy.. I grow a year older, u all very HAPPY rite? hahaaha.. Soon, ONE BY ONE  will COMEEEEEEE and JOIN ME.. WAHAHHAHA(evil laughter)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R7W7EU0fvSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/N8ichOQ952Q/s1600-h/DSC02191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R7W7EU0fvSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/N8ichOQ952Q/s320/DSC02191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167241830460276002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pls, let my wishes be granted! =)&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a bulge at my tummy area in this pic? ewww.. I'm not preggy, tat's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R7W8jU0fvTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/upxijKUenok/s1600-h/DSC02185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R7W8jU0fvTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/upxijKUenok/s320/DSC02185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167243462547848498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But at the end of the day, they are still my deariessssssssss........ *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/warning:&gt;&lt;/warning:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-4855187116323468884?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4855187116323468884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4855187116323468884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-wiser-24-0-smile-until-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R7W5-E0fvRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/4CNFaD1Yj3I/s72-c/DSC02190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-6351458504708060560</id><published>2008-02-09T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:06:27.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it is the time of the year to get new, red and fat. Not to mention this year is my year. Rat, mouse, rodent.. wadeva u wanna call it.&lt;br /&gt;There is this distinctive trend which I've observed and experienced for these couple of years... and these are some of the qns that will pop out (WITHOUT FAIL) when I visit every house. There u go.. top 3 qns (in terms of times asked - 1 being the highest hit rate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wah.. getting prettier each year I see you. So how, got bf or not? or where is ur bf?&lt;br /&gt;2. How old are you this year? 21 or 22?&lt;br /&gt;3. Where are working at now? Still at the same place? which is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain comments were made also like "Woah.. u look nicer now". When in explicit terms, it means u are getting fatter..  Sometimes I got it, sometimes I don't. Sometimes it serves as a trigger/ motivation, sometimes it serves as a BMI indicator. If I do get this kind of comment, I will use my dad's method when mum nags at him -&gt; goes in one ear and comes out from the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see.. Sometimes CNY can be both joyous and painful. At times, you really wish you have a recorder and play it to those pple who asked these qns. It is really painful when pple keep asking. Don't get me wrong.. I'm cool with these qns - they are harmless after all. I guess they are a part of each and everyone's growing-up process.. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who got these too.. well.. take it like a Liverpool fan - "You never walk alone.." (=&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lunar New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-6351458504708060560?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/6351458504708060560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/6351458504708060560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-2008-once-again-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-8697613775089153406</id><published>2008-01-20T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:21:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wala Wala-ed on Sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best ways to spend your Saturday nite is with Shirlyn and the UnXpected at Wala! and ya over a beeeeerrr*burp*, fries, and calamari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the first set - less hard core rock songs.. lolz.. In the second set, Shirlyn started to swing her head and her hair really really hard, dats when u noe those songs are hardcore rock songs. Songs by Rage against the machine and stuff. Hardcore. Not forgetting i;m next to the speakerssssssssss.... *Deaf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well oh well, it's damn awesome. A good way to destress in this hectic life of mine. And what the hell.. let the music drowns our sorrow..lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I met a woman who is freaking childish. I can't help but was TOTALLY amused by it. a freaking 28 yrs OLD woman, a walking drama mama, COMMAND pple whom she likes to be in her clique. And when she is unhappy abt someone, she broadcasts in her msn nick. oh well, if she ever sees this, one advice to you: Freaking grow up and GET A LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-8697613775089153406?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8697613775089153406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8697613775089153406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/01/wala-wala-ed-on-sat-one-of-best-ways-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-7830055900927197997</id><published>2008-01-01T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:03:30.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ciao 2007, Hi 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I know, it has been eons. Really busy with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 23rd year is over, I'm moving to a whole new year. I wanted to summarize or even do a recap of 2007 but I realise so many things have had happened the past year and it's tough to pen all these down. So why not I'll juz give a few liners on each category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career&lt;br /&gt;1. Most impt category in my life right now. A lot of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;2. I made my mark. I gained recognition&lt;br /&gt;3. Then I got mis-emplaced. damn.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hope a miracle will work out for me this year. I pray with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;5. For your information, I am working really hard to equip myself with tons of knowledge so that I can achieve that dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R3m6_fzzGtI/AAAAAAAAAw8/0KZ0kBypwtg/s1600-h/dilbert200712387310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R3m6_fzzGtI/AAAAAAAAAw8/0KZ0kBypwtg/s320/dilbert200712387310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150353248908155602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;1. Took part in shape run.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ran more in 07.&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise more in 08. Get rid of my big tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Life&lt;br /&gt;1. Good stuff. Knew a whole lot more of people this year. I love making new frens.&lt;br /&gt;2. A lot of outings in 07. Hoping for more in 08.&lt;br /&gt;3. Been to many gigs. A virgin trip to Indoor Stadium for gigs. Loved it. Am loving it more as I anticipate for Maroon 5 in coming March.&lt;br /&gt;4. Celebrated 10 years anniversary frenship with my biatches. love them heaps and heaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;1. Met interesting (and WEIRD) characters in 07. Hope for more quality ones in 08. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm going out. Period&lt;br /&gt;3. Probably the category with the lowest priority in life right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm going to make my 2008 a better year for me and those around me. Let's have fun this year. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R3m7avzzGuI/AAAAAAAAAxE/JhKsJpVe2-Q/s1600-h/peanuts2611170071231.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 76px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R3m7avzzGuI/AAAAAAAAAxE/JhKsJpVe2-Q/s320/peanuts2611170071231.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150353717059590882" 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/6462041-7830055900927197997?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7830055900927197997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7830055900927197997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2008/01/ciao-2007-hi-2008-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/R3m6_fzzGtI/AAAAAAAAAw8/0KZ0kBypwtg/s72-c/dilbert200712387310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-7291796025973302768</id><published>2007-12-08T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:48:27.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The story about "Disappointed more than angry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see.. There are this bunch of greatest, bestest frens who always go out together, and there is no such things as secret among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like every story, there is always bad things that happen. Turns out tat fren A and fren B went overseas. Derno who give them the idea that they should jus leave quietly without telling fren C, fren D, fren E and fren F. Nothing mentioned. Not a word.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to recollect a bit, fren F went overseas last time w/o telling us and the whole bunch was so angry with her (including fren A and B). So now history repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fren C and Fren D are the worst hit. After this incident and the things A and B told them, they are all the more hurt and disappointed rather than angry. Furthermore, A and B pretended tat nothing happen. Fren C and Fren D decided to close one eye or even 2 eyes because they treasure this friendship.  They hope that A and B will repent and understand this thing known as "true friendship" which is built on the basis of trust and respect. And tat itself is the moral of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this episode is over. Frens are still frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: All characters depicted in &lt;i&gt;this story &lt;/i&gt;are&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;the&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;property of Michele Eng.&lt;br /&gt;These characters and events are fictional and any resemblance to persons living,  dead,&lt;br /&gt;or fictional or situations past, present, or fictional is purely and completely  coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-7291796025973302768?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7291796025973302768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7291796025973302768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-about-disappointed-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-8052674976470421245</id><published>2007-11-10T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:53:53.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chronicles of Hong Kong Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 4am. I cant sleep the entire nite - derno whether I'm excited or I scared I will miss the flight. My dearie dad and mum woke up really early to send me off.. the usual reminders that you can get from any other parents - "Remember to lock the hotel door.. sleep with some lights on, don;t hang out too late at nite.." After that, I took a cab to pick phoebe up, only to realise she is still sleeping.. grr.. So we took breakie in the airport.. both of us looked dazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 hours later, we say Hello to HK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon arrival, we bought the 3 days Octopus card for 220HKD. And guess wad we saw... KRISPY KREME.. woo.. 6 for 58hkd i think. ex.. it's our daily prelude to breakfast. It's nice.. esp the chocolate fudge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzapiRQm5HI/AAAAAAAAAvE/p8tbZ37y4Sw/s1600-h/CIMG1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzapiRQm5HI/AAAAAAAAAvE/p8tbZ37y4Sw/s320/CIMG1397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131475231648965746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzattBQm5II/AAAAAAAAAvM/2r8BSm_NXe4/s1600-h/CIMG1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzattBQm5II/AAAAAAAAAvM/2r8BSm_NXe4/s320/CIMG1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131479814379070594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we took the Airport Express line to Olympics.. our humble little hotel at Anchor Street - right next to the firestation.  (the firemen are actually quite hot.. ahhah). Well the weather wasn't cold.. I don't understand y people are cladded in jackets, long sleeves and boots.. Possibly juz wanna be trendy *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbZAhQm5RI/AAAAAAAAAwU/T_Gcak5tLmc/s1600-h/CIMG1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbZAhQm5RI/AAAAAAAAAwU/T_Gcak5tLmc/s320/CIMG1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131527428386514194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbZxxQm5SI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9zXr6KdN_QE/s1600-h/CIMG1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbZxxQm5SI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9zXr6KdN_QE/s320/CIMG1406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131528274495071522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbZxxQm5TI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1T1jwvGjhiU/s1600-h/CIMG1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbZxxQm5TI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1T1jwvGjhiU/s320/CIMG1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131528274495071538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Symphony of Lights&lt;br /&gt;I give respect to those people who design this thing. It's way too cool. The lights on each building dance to the rhythm of the music, giving a spectacular finish to the entire show. Grand and unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbG8xQm5JI/AAAAAAAAAvU/t8JGDqCyjsI/s1600-h/CIMG1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbG8xQm5JI/AAAAAAAAAvU/t8JGDqCyjsI/s320/CIMG1430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131507572752704658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2 - Ocean Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite early to go to Ocean Park. Took a couple of rides. Boring. Animal shows are not too bad.. but after a while it kinda gets bored. Or probably it wasnt the theme park that is boring, it might be the irritating people around me that ruins it all (thou shall not mention who they are). But certain things in there are worth commenting.. like the signboards in the Shark Aquarium. The cable car ride was quite something. On our way back, the cable car kinda stopped - scary but cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbVBRQm5KI/AAAAAAAAAvc/npi0Hojtfh0/s1600-h/Signboards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbVBRQm5KI/AAAAAAAAAvc/npi0Hojtfh0/s320/Signboards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131523043224904866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbV7BQm5LI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fKo0Sd0gnrk/s1600-h/CIMG1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbV7BQm5LI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fKo0Sd0gnrk/s320/CIMG1470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131524035362350258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbWPBQm5MI/AAAAAAAAAvs/xs5P36igkzw/s1600-h/CIMG1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbWPBQm5MI/AAAAAAAAAvs/xs5P36igkzw/s320/CIMG1476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131524378959733954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbWPBQm5MI/AAAAAAAAAvs/xs5P36igkzw/s1600-h/CIMG1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbWPBQm5MI/AAAAAAAAAvs/xs5P36igkzw/s320/CIMG1476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131524378959733954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbWeRQm5NI/AAAAAAAAAv0/foELFWbdgVE/s1600-h/CIMG1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbWeRQm5NI/AAAAAAAAAv0/foELFWbdgVE/s320/CIMG1478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131524640952739026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Admiralty to Causeway Bay areas. Discovered ATAS places like Pacific Place,  LV, and all those big brands. I found the shop which I wanted to visit.. H&amp;amp;M. It;s like Topshop... It's kind of a wrong period to go cos' the clothes they are selling are for Fall.. We went to Lan Kwai Fong - the place with clubs and pubs and erm.. Gu Wah Zai.. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbXHRQm5OI/AAAAAAAAAv8/rqiJA6cq_64/s1600-h/CIMG1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbXHRQm5OI/AAAAAAAAAv8/rqiJA6cq_64/s320/CIMG1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131525345327375586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbXjhQm5PI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gP2-e5o6rew/s1600-h/CIMG1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbXjhQm5PI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gP2-e5o6rew/s320/CIMG1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131525830658680050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbX3BQm5QI/AAAAAAAAAwM/B1pxFrloXRM/s1600-h/CIMG1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbX3BQm5QI/AAAAAAAAAwM/B1pxFrloXRM/s320/CIMG1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131526165666129154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                              The dark alley.. a typical HK movie-scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we went to Mongkok.. We discovered a cool shopping centre with good deals. Awesome.. Things are like dirt cheap! Bought 3 pairs of shoes, 1 bag, a top and many other small items from there. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for day 3 - 4, I;ll blog another day. tired. b4 i go.. let me show u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbbfBQm5UI/AAAAAAAAAws/sUoiWLSyiKo/s1600-h/CIMG1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzbbfBQm5UI/AAAAAAAAAws/sUoiWLSyiKo/s320/CIMG1446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131530151395779906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        WAHHAHAH.. edison chen and me.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-8052674976470421245?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8052674976470421245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8052674976470421245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/11/chronicles-of-hong-kong-trip-day-1-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RzapiRQm5HI/AAAAAAAAAvE/p8tbZ37y4Sw/s72-c/CIMG1397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-3863692936631436822</id><published>2007-11-02T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:28:58.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pen down my feelings. My mind is in a swirl these few days. Thanks to the reorg. I can't believe they actually kick people around.. like a ball - placing pple where they don't belong. I totally cannot find any advantage in this adversity. I am very sad to leave my lovely boss, colleagues and frens. Alot of people I wanna thank. My boss, big boss, and even the Director - whom attempted to help me. It really means a lot to me because my top management sees me as an asset to the organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... i guess the only consolation I can get out of this tragedy is that I become stronger, adaptable, and more decisive. It makes me step out of my comfort zone and go all out to achieve what I really want in my career path. I am confident and I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I'm actually a very emotional person, and that's a big weakness which I have to overcome to disallow my emotions to rule my mind. I don't wanna embrace this change, cos I don't want to be a slave to this empire-building exercise. I'm activating Plan B and I really hope and pray that Lady Luck is on my side. Let this episode be a blessing in disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-3863692936631436822?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3863692936631436822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3863692936631436822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorrow-i-wanna-pen-down-my-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-3360130970504377648</id><published>2007-09-27T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:39:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Halo Effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this article on drug companies such as Merck setting up programs in Africa to combat HIV/AIDS. Well, I tot it was a pretty cool initiative, but then after i read on, I realised there might be more than meets the eye. Skeptics believe that such drug companies have an agenda - using Africans as guinea pigs, either that or it's just another p.r ploy. However, I believe there is still a small percentage of altruism in this world, so i give these big halo companies the benefit of the doubt. I mean what if these big guys are trying to be nice, but you keep filing lawsuit against them thinking that they are not what they seems, then we are actually depriving the people in Africa a chance to such free treatments. So ya.. chill man..  (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-3360130970504377648?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3360130970504377648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3360130970504377648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/09/halo-effect-i-was-reading-this-article.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-6223285626452623076</id><published>2007-09-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:02:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daughtry at Powerhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.. I got invited to Daughtry's gig - my fren won a pair of tix to their showcase!&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciate his music and his voice. Way AWESOME! They were so surprised tat they are so famous in Spore. Then again who would have heard of S'pore rite..&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was crazy.. there are 3 queues - commoners (those who bought the CD are entitled to go in free), Media, and Samsung Fun Club. Thank God we are in the Samsung Fun Club queue - cos there are a lot lesser pple as compared to the commoners' queue. Really fun man.. He is uber cool..&lt;br /&gt;Let the pics explain it for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPap6CFtxI/AAAAAAAAAuU/K7f1gIbAT-0/s1600-h/CIMG1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPap6CFtxI/AAAAAAAAAuU/K7f1gIbAT-0/s320/CIMG1344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112670415483156242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPaqaCFtyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iow7NiazSmY/s1600-h/CIMG1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPaqaCFtyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iow7NiazSmY/s320/CIMG1341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112670424073090850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPaq6CFtzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/TmS111va3uU/s1600-h/CIMG1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPaq6CFtzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/TmS111va3uU/s320/CIMG1347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112670432663025458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPZ1KCFtvI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RbeW0Zp61cg/s1600-h/CIMG1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPZ1KCFtvI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RbeW0Zp61cg/s320/CIMG1325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112669509245056754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPZ26CFtwI/AAAAAAAAAuM/DcE-Hh7h7LA/s1600-h/CIMG1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPZ26CFtwI/AAAAAAAAAuM/DcE-Hh7h7LA/s320/CIMG1330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112669539309827842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video (not uploaded by me) is the part where Daughtry asked the audiences to sing again, cos he din realised we can do it so well.. lolz.. watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M41DTBykYKM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M41DTBykYKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-6223285626452623076?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/6223285626452623076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/6223285626452623076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/09/daughtry-at-powerhouse-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RvPap6CFtxI/AAAAAAAAAuU/K7f1gIbAT-0/s72-c/CIMG1344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-632757631647075983</id><published>2007-09-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:22:23.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The deal in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be an episode abt relationship, so if you guys are the "oh man, spare me the agony, not another post on rship", then I advise u to pls come back again for my next post. You noe when I meet up with my frens, without FAIL we will discuss abt relationships.. then those who haven seen me for very long will go like "dun bluff, r u sure u are single? Must be damn picky rite?" Hello, not like I have a choice here, my frens. I derno wad's wrong with me but ya, believe it or not, my status is as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of my frens are alredi married, with kids even. Well, a couple of shot-gun cases. lolz.. I was talking to my mum the other day and she told me tat she was abt 24 when she brought me to this world. Oh man, I'm like 23 now? hahahaha.. But nahz, marrying early is such a waste of youth and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tat's y i call this post "the deal in life". What is the DEAL in life -  be it career, or family or rship.. Of course I believe we are the dictators of our life, but does the Bigger Being up there holds a share in that pie of my life? well shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I;m not fearing abt my status now - freedom is the best thing in life esp when there is no commitment. But hey hey, when I need to commit, i will give in my 101% commitment. So whatever will be, will be. The future is not for us to see. Of course, those who disagree will probably say "God only help those who help themselves. So which side do u belong to? Sometimes I wonder if I have let opportunities slip away without me realising it *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-632757631647075983?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/632757631647075983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/632757631647075983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/09/deal-in-life-this-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-3198122991847221168</id><published>2007-09-11T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:10:47.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shape Run    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few reasons why I need to blog abt the run:&lt;br /&gt;1. I paid money to go for the run&lt;br /&gt;2. I had to go one day b4 the run to collect my bibs&lt;br /&gt;3. I woke up at 540am for the run&lt;br /&gt;4. I took a cab (with my biatches) down for the run&lt;br /&gt;5. I had to queue up for hours to get the Vitagen and retrieve my bags&lt;br /&gt;6. Probably the longest dist i have ran at one go&lt;br /&gt;7. First time I ran on the roads as if it's my grandfather's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. I had fun. Too bad, Xue xue and Felicia can't join us. The goodie bag is quite awesome - lotsa slimming centres vouchers, lotsa food, lotsa vitamins, and lotsa brochures (this one sux).&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures paint that thousand words on my behalf, because I am so damn shagged after 2 back-to-back presentations. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RuadUlP1laI/AAAAAAAAAtE/XM35jDaeVQ8/s1600-h/DSC00352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RuadUlP1laI/AAAAAAAAAtE/XM35jDaeVQ8/s320/DSC00352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108943804219889058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RuadV1P1lbI/AAAAAAAAAtM/rlTzWnZw6p0/s1600-h/DSC00359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RuadV1P1lbI/AAAAAAAAAtM/rlTzWnZw6p0/s320/DSC00359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108943825694725554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RuadWFP1lcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/WzsLqcaDinU/s1600-h/DSC00367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RuadWFP1lcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/WzsLqcaDinU/s320/DSC00367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108943829989692866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Ruaep1P1ldI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6FjvcGYid8Y/s1600-h/DSC00362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Ruaep1P1ldI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6FjvcGYid8Y/s320/DSC00362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108945268803737042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Ruib_W8IZpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/xGraVM4kcuo/s1600-h/DSC00384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Ruib_W8IZpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/xGraVM4kcuo/s320/DSC00384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109505290043680402" 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/6462041-3198122991847221168?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3198122991847221168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3198122991847221168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/09/shape-run-few-reasons-why-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RuadUlP1laI/AAAAAAAAAtE/XM35jDaeVQ8/s72-c/DSC00352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-4303416181088574416</id><published>2007-08-25T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T14:14:27.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A day at the Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Zoo last weekend. Well, I was actually looking forward to the trip. But it wasn't as impressive as it is. Too many monkeys! lolz.. everywhere i go, i see monkeys.. MAN! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;The elephant show is quite spectacular actually. So is the sea animals shows.  Well, of course I do enjoy the trip, just that i dun foresee myself going there any sooner. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rs_DUg1YtgI/AAAAAAAAArk/y6hdCB28KJY/s1600-h/a+day+at+the+zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rs_DUg1YtgI/AAAAAAAAArk/y6hdCB28KJY/s320/a+day+at+the+zoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102511660012713474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty hectic - watched Bourne, went NUS's Womad,  met Eugene and Manas,  watched Hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rs_Hbw1YthI/AAAAAAAAArs/aGL5q8_EcL8/s1600-h/428938183_e1df1eb0e0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rs_Hbw1YthI/AAAAAAAAArs/aGL5q8_EcL8/s320/428938183_e1df1eb0e0_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102516182613276178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bourne Ultimatum is niceeeeee... Liked it alot. Matt Damon isn't exactly hot, but he is attractive somehow cos' he exudes this charisma which is formidable. But the show is abit ridiculous in the sense that Jason Bourne is too STRONG - he never dies in a car crash, got whack here and there, fell from derno which floor.. Too good to be true man, c'mon. hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Eugene's Thai gf. lolz. Cute couple. Was talking to Manas while waiting for Eugene - i noticed that he changed quite a bit - he became very opened. Well~, America can change ANYBODY! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rs_H9Q1YtiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/PDnxezlSn5U/s1600-h/ClipArtHairSprayHomeLg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rs_H9Q1YtiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/PDnxezlSn5U/s320/ClipArtHairSprayHomeLg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102516758138893858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray is alright. very goodie goodie kind of show. They sing from the start to the end of the show. Yup.  abit too "musical" for me to enjoy. I prefer those action packed shows. lolz.. darn.. i'm manly.. whahhahah.  But sorry, I dun watch horror show, I dun wanna waste money to scare myself to death. John Travolta is hilarious, his appearances are possibly the climax of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's all for this week. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-4303416181088574416?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4303416181088574416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4303416181088574416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-at-zoo-went-to-zoo-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rs_DUg1YtgI/AAAAAAAAArk/y6hdCB28KJY/s72-c/a+day+at+the+zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-7993316379553997693</id><published>2007-08-12T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:45:05.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sat Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Wala for The UnXpected. Their renditions for all the songs are not bad. Shirlyn's voice is still as power despite her being sick. I like the way she owns the stage and do a bit of interaction with the audiences. Good stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwned pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rr6BxIEIBRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gXh0XOnx8PY/s1600-h/CIMG1029%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rr6BxIEIBRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gXh0XOnx8PY/s320/CIMG1029%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097654509208339730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rr6BxYEIBSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/GvOdJrIPwqE/s1600-h/CIMG1030%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rr6BxYEIBSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/GvOdJrIPwqE/s320/CIMG1030%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097654513503307042" 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/6462041-7993316379553997693?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7993316379553997693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7993316379553997693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/08/sat-night-went-wala-for-unxpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rr6BxIEIBRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gXh0XOnx8PY/s72-c/CIMG1029%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-5196786886064479128</id><published>2007-08-11T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:19:50.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why being a woman is good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, some are quite true, while others are kinda flawed/non applicable. lolz.. well for ur reading leisure. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We got off the Titanic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We get to flirt with systems-support men who always return our calls, and are nice to u when we blow up our computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our boyfriend's clothes make us look elfin &amp; gorgeous. Guys look like complete idiots in ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers/gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We can cry and get off speeding fines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central female figure in a computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Taxis stop for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Free drinks, Free dinners, Free movies ... (you get the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We can hug our friends without wondering if she thinks we're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. We can hug our friends without wondering if WE'RE gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life. (I beg to differ on this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. It's possible to live our whole lives without ever taking a group shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We don't have to fart to amuse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. We can congratulate our team-mate without ever touching her butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If we're dumb, some people will find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. We have the ability to dress ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we're aware that we look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Our friends won't think we're weird if we ask whether there's spinach in our teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. We'll never regret piercing our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. We know which glass was ours by the lipstick mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;30. We have enough sense to realize that the easiest way to get out of being lost is to ask for directions.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003chr\&gt;Windows Live Spaces is here! It&amp;#39;s easy to create your own personal Web site. \u003ca href\u003d\"http://spaces.live.com/?mkt\u003den-sg\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\nCheck it out!\u003c/a\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","\u003cspan class\u003dsg\&gt;\n\u003cbr clear\u003d\"all\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;-- \u003cbr\&gt;When was the last time you did something for the first time?\n\u003c/span\&gt;",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. We have enough sense to realize that the easiest way to get out of being lost is to ask for directions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-5196786886064479128?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5196786886064479128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5196786886064479128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-being-woman-is-good-in-my-humble.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-4770143550237568213</id><published>2007-08-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:53:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentosa Fun Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks back, we went recce-ing at Sentosa for my dept fun event. Either I haven been to Sentosa for quite a long time or Sentosa has changed so much that i couldnt associate with it anymore. Thus I BEHAVE LIKE A TOURIST. -_- I snap, and wowed at some place. Well, not tat it is great but i did it anyhow ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrqyg4EIBEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/p44RfUmebtA/s1600-h/CIMG0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrqyg4EIBEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/p44RfUmebtA/s320/CIMG0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096582206198383682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some Swiss-made desserts place at Harborfront Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RrqzyIEIBFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mx4Rj7gB14Q/s1600-h/CIMG0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RrqzyIEIBFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mx4Rj7gB14Q/s320/CIMG0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096583602062754898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RrqzyIEIBGI/AAAAAAAAATE/9YnQ21tNrNI/s1600-h/CIMG0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RrqzyIEIBGI/AAAAAAAAATE/9YnQ21tNrNI/s320/CIMG0787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096583602062754914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RrqzyYEIBHI/AAAAAAAAATM/dOw8lu_68Hk/s1600-h/CIMG0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RrqzyYEIBHI/AAAAAAAAATM/dOw8lu_68Hk/s320/CIMG0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096583606357722226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RrqzyYEIBII/AAAAAAAAATU/-jLCJAU2WCE/s1600-h/CIMG0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RrqzyYEIBII/AAAAAAAAATU/-jLCJAU2WCE/s320/CIMG0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096583606357722242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2TYEIBJI/AAAAAAAAATc/joH7aLqepQw/s1600-h/CIMG0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2TYEIBJI/AAAAAAAAATc/joH7aLqepQw/s320/CIMG0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096586372316660882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2TYEIBKI/AAAAAAAAATk/W_gNNX7k6XE/s1600-h/CIMG0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2TYEIBKI/AAAAAAAAATk/W_gNNX7k6XE/s320/CIMG0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096586372316660898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ydae came the actual fun day itself. Super tiring, partly cos the weather is blazing hot. But well, i guess we have fun. Organising games is quite a tedious process - cos you have to look into the type of games that ur colleagues are interested in, wont get bored at, wont cause injury.. I incorporated some orientation games in it. Which then reminds me of those gd old days where u get ur hands dirty but had hell a lot of fun with, during orientation campsss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2r4EIBLI/AAAAAAAAATs/3xMCZ1D9Z50/s1600-h/CIMG0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2r4EIBLI/AAAAAAAAATs/3xMCZ1D9Z50/s320/CIMG0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096586793223455922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq4aIEIBQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yXdeYzluvlA/s1600-h/CIMG0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq4aIEIBQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yXdeYzluvlA/s320/CIMG0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096588687304033538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2sIEIBMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vNKH2x4uBqI/s1600-h/CIMG0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2sIEIBMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vNKH2x4uBqI/s320/CIMG0976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096586797518423234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2sYEIBNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WRBU01O8ctk/s1600-h/CIMG0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq2sYEIBNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WRBU01O8ctk/s320/CIMG0977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096586801813390546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq3WoEIBOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ymyXRi-QCqQ/s1600-h/CIMG0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq3WoEIBOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ymyXRi-QCqQ/s320/CIMG0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096587527662863586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq30YEIBPI/AAAAAAAAAUM/niPZnaQOPag/s1600-h/CIMG1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrq30YEIBPI/AAAAAAAAAUM/niPZnaQOPag/s320/CIMG1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096588038763971826" 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/6462041-4770143550237568213?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4770143550237568213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4770143550237568213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/08/sentosa-fun-day-couple-of-weeks-back-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rrqyg4EIBEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/p44RfUmebtA/s72-c/CIMG0782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-5079417706723335000</id><published>2007-08-02T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:43:41.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A trip to NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. I missed school, but i din go all the way back to school cos i missed school life. I was in school today to pass some stuff to my fren. Oh yes.. I was in science canteen and i found out tat there is an aircon canteen at the side (next to the pink tables area). SORE!! Why cant they have it when we are still studying there... grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i heard the arts canteen is going to be partly aircon, and bizad canteen has renovated as well. WELL DONE! nvm. I hope my cousin (this yr's freshie) will enjoy my share. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention there is a pool table at YIH? it has been there for quite a while.. but den.. grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-5079417706723335000?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5079417706723335000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5079417706723335000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip-to-nus-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-495150988757622258</id><published>2007-07-29T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:40:17.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28th July - EventFUL day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The try-to-be-a-housewife day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we are going to be when we get married in the future. We Cookkkkkkkkkk.. hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe and Xue Xue's tendency of being a housewife is higher. Me and Ham are the more career minded ones.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoes and Ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxm_IEIAyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rhS3boV1ivg/s1600-h/CIMG0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxm_IEIAyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rhS3boV1ivg/s320/CIMG0865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092558513331766050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this pic.. It is soon gonna be one of the "Before" pics.. They are going to be the braces gals.. lolz..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxm_IEIAzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nbzBQGTxa1Q/s1600-h/CIMG0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxm_IEIAzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nbzBQGTxa1Q/s320/CIMG0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092558513331766066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlie , colgate we dun mind being your ambassdors.. lolz&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxm_YEIA0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xJsPnhh1myk/s1600-h/CIMG0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxm_YEIA0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xJsPnhh1myk/s320/CIMG0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092558517626733378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made Tako Pachi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxn5YEIA1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Xjo_dlUcivk/s1600-h/takopaci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxn5YEIA1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Xjo_dlUcivk/s320/takopaci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092559514059146066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we have bbq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxol4EIA2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/V5S37KwccI8/s1600-h/CIMG0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxol4EIA2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/V5S37KwccI8/s320/CIMG0922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092560278563324770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxol4EIA3I/AAAAAAAAARE/t31tJG3WSOs/s1600-h/CIMG0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxol4EIA3I/AAAAAAAAARE/t31tJG3WSOs/s320/CIMG0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092560278563324786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxomIEIA4I/AAAAAAAAARM/GtfH7KvG9Ds/s1600-h/CIMG0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxomIEIA4I/AAAAAAAAARM/GtfH7KvG9Ds/s320/CIMG0924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092560282858292098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxomYEIA5I/AAAAAAAAARU/skBnBWdqH98/s1600-h/CIMG0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxomYEIA5I/AAAAAAAAARU/skBnBWdqH98/s320/CIMG0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092560287153259410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't that Penguin water dispenser cute. Innovative huh, having such a dispenser in a BBQ session. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxomYEIA6I/AAAAAAAAARc/yBM6L1SY7Tk/s1600-h/CIMG0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxomYEIA6I/AAAAAAAAARc/yBM6L1SY7Tk/s320/CIMG0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092560287153259426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, i went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jon's Bdae party&lt;/span&gt;! Have to travel from the West to the East.. omg... But for his quarter-century old bdae party, I sacrificed ya, my fren! Quite fun, lotus' parents and all their frens are jovial and fun pple. (= Nice knowing them.&lt;br /&gt;And ya, quite expected, Jon got tipsy and stayed in the toilet. It is interesting how we have to lie to his gf's dad that "Jon has to send one of his fren home cos that fren is so drunk" and of course the person who is drunk is none other than Jonnie Boy. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also many congrats to the soon-to-be SIA pilot, Aaron. Lucky arse, gonna get surrounded by pretty stewardess.. ahhaha.. Be very jealous, guys. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxrAIEIA8I/AAAAAAAAARs/27WzUTp4Y7U/s1600-h/CIMG0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxrAIEIA8I/AAAAAAAAARs/27WzUTp4Y7U/s320/CIMG0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092562928558146498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxtm4EIA9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mZCaV4ezEP8/s1600-h/CIMG0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxtm4EIA9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mZCaV4ezEP8/s320/CIMG0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092565793301332946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxt0IEIA-I/AAAAAAAAASA/dcAFZuzcc2U/s1600-h/CIMG0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxt0IEIA-I/AAAAAAAAASA/dcAFZuzcc2U/s320/CIMG0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092566020934599650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxt0IEIA_I/AAAAAAAAASI/B1D5QJHDvvI/s1600-h/CIMG0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxt0IEIA_I/AAAAAAAAASI/B1D5QJHDvvI/s320/CIMG0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092566020934599666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxufIEIBAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dms5BgccfUs/s1600-h/CIMG0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxufIEIBAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dms5BgccfUs/s320/CIMG0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092566759668974594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxufIEIBBI/AAAAAAAAASY/Xld4V0qizsw/s1600-h/CIMG0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxufIEIBBI/AAAAAAAAASY/Xld4V0qizsw/s320/CIMG0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092566759668974610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxufoEIBCI/AAAAAAAAASg/2agb2TThClM/s1600-h/CIMG0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqxufoEIBCI/AAAAAAAAASg/2agb2TThClM/s320/CIMG0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092566768258909218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxuf4EIBDI/AAAAAAAAASo/SO19Ef5iMBk/s1600-h/CIMG0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxuf4EIBDI/AAAAAAAAASo/SO19Ef5iMBk/s320/CIMG0945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092566772553876530" 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/6462041-495150988757622258?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/495150988757622258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/495150988757622258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/07/28th-july-eventful-day-try-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rqxm_IEIAyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rhS3boV1ivg/s72-c/CIMG0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-6495881778689456450</id><published>2007-07-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:19:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This year 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassup with me this year man.. Feb I fell and injure my hands (cos of blading, of course), then recently I had bad rashes, and at times I feel like I suffer alot of mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, today i bleached my jeans and blouse in Sentosa - ya, i saw u scratching ur head. I mean which dumb dumb will actually get their clothes bleached in Sentosa. Well, ME! grrr.. seriously i still cant recall where I've got that bleach thingy. I trace back the path (mentally of course), and still cant figure. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, a few weeks back, me, phoes and kath went blading at ECP. There are 2 kids who were cycling on the walking pathway. They alerted us that they are coming, by the bicycle bell. So we stand aside for them to pass. But one of the joker kid tried to squirm through us and guess wad, I got knocked. Result? A big blue black. Phoes and Kath escapes, unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Michele Eng. Fruitful year huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wish everything will be smooth sailing for me for the rest of the year. SO pray for me! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-6495881778689456450?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/6495881778689456450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/6495881778689456450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-year-2007-wassup-with-me-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-8444982964738224785</id><published>2007-07-24T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:18:35.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Random post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received an email fr someone saying&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;" To the Culprit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind people having fun with my whiteboard but gaining access to my office when i ain't around is something I don't appreciate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgds,&lt;br /&gt;XXX "&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only sent to like 10 or more pple, judging from the "To" list. I'm like hur, by shortlisting the people you sent to, you are alredi treating them as a suspect. If you want to announce and dig out the culprit, shouldn't u be sending the email to everyone in the dept. Not that I am offended, but I dun really like the idea of that person classifying us as a potential suspect. Not very nice, u noe wad i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-8444982964738224785?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8444982964738224785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8444982964738224785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-post-today-received-email-fr.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-8897110589794504517</id><published>2007-07-21T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:03:06.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At this age...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up really early this morning, cos i;m having a really bad stomach cramp. darn it.. So I juz had my breakfast and I decide to do a bit of blogging since I wasn't a fan of blogging these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rashes are getting abit better - less red but it is still freaking there. Sighz. Wassup with me this yr, from getting my arm broken to this bad bad rashes. INCREDIBLE, isn't it. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the last 2 para isn't exactly the intent of this post's theme. I wanted to do a little "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, what-do- people-at-the-age-of-23 do&lt;/span&gt;"? We always get a sense of nostalgia when pple trigger a certain part of ur memory about something which you have done before - in this life thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember those days when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Kindergarten Days)&lt;/span&gt; ur fave cartoons are Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Transformers (I still remember the theme song, mind u.. haha), Strawberry Shortcake..&lt;br /&gt;etc. And that time, the most happening activities was Zero Point, climbing the monkey bars, and buying one whole box of national flags erasers to challenge ur friends. Your fave storybooks at the time is probably Enid Blyton, Sweet Valley, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Famous Five. Reminisce Reminisce.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then u become a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;full-fledged teenager&lt;/span&gt; - listening to BSB (Backstreet's Back) , NSync (Bye Bye Bye), Britney Spears (Hit me Baby One more time).. And the fave phrase of those lower secondary days was "You jump, I jump" - the Titantic movie times, and fave song being Celine Dion - My Heart will go on. Then the discussion among the girls asking "Who do u think is cuter, Leonardo Dicaprio or Nick Carter?" And then during PE classes, you lament at why the distance for NAFA is 2.4km when it was only 1.6km in primary school. Gals hate the inventor of that Flexs arm hand machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFoK4EIAdI/AAAAAAAAANM/TgWOejmt8Q0/s1600-h/P10008052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFoK4EIAdI/AAAAAAAAANM/TgWOejmt8Q0/s320/P10008052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089463589963039186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; JC days&lt;/span&gt; - u carry the bag so low that whenever u walk ur backpack is always hitting your butt. Then there is this thing called Swimming PE.  The sch's void deck is considered a happening place. Dump the Discman, and buy the MP3 player. Crumpler bags are everywhere. People sipping through big Nike, Adidas Waterbottles and all. Fave music that time was  Linkin Park, Creed etc. Mass PE is such a drag. Rugby becomes the fave sport of the school - banners dominate the whole of the Police Academy "Mess with the best, Die like the rest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFnc4EIAcI/AAAAAAAAANE/mYn6Hj3-HhU/s1600-h/JC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFnc4EIAcI/AAAAAAAAANE/mYn6Hj3-HhU/s320/JC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089462799689056706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFlloEIAZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/M8-V5Y-6sCM/s1600-h/54480977.AcjcOrientation2006CampfireIMG_4079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFlloEIAZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/M8-V5Y-6sCM/s320/54480977.AcjcOrientation2006CampfireIMG_4079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089460750989656466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Uni Days&lt;/span&gt; - Comparing laptop models are the most in-thing for freshies. People compare abt handphones. Weird module codes from seniors make u extra puzzled. Camps are so fun, but they scare the hell out of you when they ask u to go to tat haunted house. Then you starts to go the KTV - kbox, party world for friends' bdaes or wadever reason. You and ur English speaking frens buffled at the rate of Chinese, that the PRCs are speaking - particularly in the Science canteen. Guys always psycho u to go to the arts library, canteen to mug/eat with them, so that they can see hot artie farty babes. Frens' hall become the place for us to watch shows during free periods or to bunk in after bashes. The list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFhtIEIAXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ydlx6C-wL7M/s1600-h/P10003842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFhtIEIAXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ydlx6C-wL7M/s320/P10003842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089456481792164210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFjA4EIAYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FNoSFwj5zJw/s1600-h/Convo+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFjA4EIAYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FNoSFwj5zJw/s320/Convo+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089457920606208386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Now at the age of 22- 23&lt;/span&gt;, people starts to compare pay, exchange name cards, asking u which place do u chill out most. 9-6pm is cooped up in your working place and Fri has never felt so good before. Then loans and bill start coming in - school loan, phone bills. People compare credit cards - saying that UOB has the most perks. Then there is this thing called the IPhone. Web 2.0 - Wikis, blogs, Facebook, Youtube become the "you-better-use-them, otherwise-you-will-be-a-mountain-turtle" kind of tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFmRYEIAaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7YE8foAwp8w/s1600-h/P5232071-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFmRYEIAaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7YE8foAwp8w/s320/P5232071-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089461502608933282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever think that this post is such a long draggy issue, well, haven I mention in my introductory para that I have nothing better to do cos i woke up so damn early in the morning! lolz. Good day ahead! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-8897110589794504517?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8897110589794504517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8897110589794504517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-this-age.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RqFoK4EIAdI/AAAAAAAAANM/TgWOejmt8Q0/s72-c/P10008052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-3169796021942376110</id><published>2007-07-15T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:27:57.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viral Infection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobz, my immune system is invaded by virus and it is causing skin lesions on my body. Grosssss.... Wad happen to me????? Now I'm on antibiotics, Doc said if there is no improvement den I would have to be referred to a skin specialist. GASP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pls, pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-3169796021942376110?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3169796021942376110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3169796021942376110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/07/viral-infection-sobz-my-immune-system.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-8977224990964809964</id><published>2007-06-16T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:49:15.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Books...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been reading a lot. So much so that my brain - my only knowledge repository is getting fedup and thus giving me giddy spells. I am a self-confessed bookworm - burying myself into fictional books, investment books, trashy fashion magazines, self-improvement books etc. Sometimes, getting a day off to just chill out at Kino/Borders can be quite a luxury too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm building a life - a career that is money-generating and satisfying, a social life that gives me the biggest mood boost, a love life that will make me happy (but, where's my man?), a 'healthy lifestyle' life to keep me strong physically and mentally and also to make me feel FAB about myself! (= . I'm visualizing the end state. Honestly, I am far from there, but I'm trying. I know what I want, and I know what I ought to do to achieve it. Of course, these people - family, friends, colleagues, any mentors or veterans - are building blocks in my life. Opportunities, foresight, hindsight, and Luck play a huge role also. So wish me luck as i embark my journey to my desired happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all destined to be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-8977224990964809964?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8977224990964809964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8977224990964809964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/06/books.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-203622061058401139</id><published>2007-06-12T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:32:34.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met up with JC girlies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven seen Aidi since fun-o-rama in 2003. She still looks the same.. kawaii face.. And guess wad both of us were lamenting on how we always get to meet weird guys.. and how irritating it can be..lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siding juz listen to our whinings.. lolz.. So happy for her to have found a job. Hope she excels in it. Aidi is going overseas though.. sighz.. one less chill-out khaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Secret Recipe CAKES!! Will you buy for me plsssssssss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rm6eqd7Ek6I/AAAAAAAAAME/n-jtBqoKT4k/s1600-h/CIMG0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rm6eqd7Ek6I/AAAAAAAAAME/n-jtBqoKT4k/s320/CIMG0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075168282517214114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rm6erN7Ek7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VLMuxFbDn2U/s1600-h/CIMG0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rm6erN7Ek7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VLMuxFbDn2U/s320/CIMG0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075168295402116018" 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/6462041-203622061058401139?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/203622061058401139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/203622061058401139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/06/met-up-with-jc-girlies.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rm6eqd7Ek6I/AAAAAAAAAME/n-jtBqoKT4k/s72-c/CIMG0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-7238663021195158168</id><published>2007-06-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:02:48.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seldom whine in my blog. So pls bare with me, as I'm letting off some steam ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I have a friend who always like to ask us "So when is our next outing?" and refuse to organise cos he said it is too troublesome. OMG! I cant believe it man, he is like freaking in his 20s and still behaving like a little kid. I coined this term as Free-riding - someone who do nothing but gets all the credit. Will it kill to organise an outing? Just drop a sms to the intented parties, and you are good to go, isn't it. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same fren not only drive me up the wall with this, he is blunt and insensitive, or rather in layman terms - zero EQ. Seriously, if this person pissed me off again, i'm so gonna exclude him from our outings man. Another common fren said in an angry tone"He is as such, so always have to give in to him wad.. ". Hello, in this world there is no such thing as a free lunch. Another common fren said "how can u stand this kind of person? He is so rude and blunt". Well, look.. I wasn't the only one. Many share my sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I derno if he gets to see this post, if he does, I hope it will give him a wake-up call! Angry ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of whining-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-7238663021195158168?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7238663021195158168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7238663021195158168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-seldom-whine-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-8152837026814335555</id><published>2007-06-08T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:55:26.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;At the mercy of Desserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fondue at Phoe's Hse&lt;br /&gt;Totally sinful but damn worth it! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/fondue%20party/CIMG8062.jpg" width="300" ALIGN="middle"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/fondue%20party/CIMG8063.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/fondue%20party/CIMG8064.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/fondue%20party/CIMG8077.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/fondue%20party/CIMG8071.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up - Royal Plaza Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Desserts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-8152837026814335555?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8152837026814335555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/8152837026814335555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-mercy-of-desserts-fondue-at-phoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/fondue%20party/th_CIMG8062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-3756832158902586468</id><published>2007-06-03T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:10:08.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aftermath of being an Emcee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done several emceeing jobs back in schools when i'm still a humble student. It's kinda free frag cos i guess the audiences comprise largely of  the dean, fellow students.. so should be no sweat at all. Yup, I conquered them all, at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time round, the crowd is slightly different.. Alot of big shots - all eyes were on me. I cant help but got into a million-butterflies-in-my-stomach state. But after the first half, i got back to my chirpy self. Hmm.. i think i pull it off pretty well. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go the pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RmJVsL9hogI/AAAAAAAAALk/R7ZT0BZQxAo/s1600-h/P5231973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RmJVsL9hogI/AAAAAAAAALk/R7ZT0BZQxAo/s320/P5231973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071710347986051586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RmJXqb9hohI/AAAAAAAAALs/cnz-WUWFVL4/s1600-h/P5232069-1-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RmJXqb9hohI/AAAAAAAAALs/cnz-WUWFVL4/s320/P5232069-1-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071712516944536082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RmJZIr9hoiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mvJ0CL2zPUs/s1600-h/bw3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RmJZIr9hoiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mvJ0CL2zPUs/s320/bw3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071714136147206690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RmJZmr9hojI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CcNuI7eh4VM/s1600-h/bw1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RmJZmr9hojI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CcNuI7eh4VM/s320/bw1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071714651543282226" 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/6462041-3756832158902586468?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3756832158902586468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3756832158902586468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/06/aftermath-of-being-emcee-ive-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RmJVsL9hogI/AAAAAAAAALk/R7ZT0BZQxAo/s72-c/P5231973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-5562105803127791693</id><published>2007-05-31T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:20:55.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zouk was chaotic.. way too chaotic! I took 2 plus hrs to get into velvet. omg.. scary man! There were 3 queues - 1 for phuture, 1 for zouk and 1 for velvet. All the  queues are long, and it was the first time i see the Full House sign. geez.. can u believe it. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe and Koonz tried to talk me into leaving the place to go Eski bar, but i mean i'm like abt 1 metre away, and i have frens inside waiting for me, i cant leave juz liddat. So i pressed on, and yea - i got it.. only to find so many drunk frens.. geez....... nevertheless, i still get to dance for like 2 hrs - sometimes it is nice to dance with 'high' frens, cos they bring you into the mood as well. ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in retrospect, if there is ever going to be a wednesday nite b4 a public holiday, and there are plans to club, THOU shall jolly well queue up at 9pm! lolz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-5562105803127791693?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5562105803127791693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5562105803127791693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/05/madness-zouk-was-chaotic.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-4792702561613183498</id><published>2007-05-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:47:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Updates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very busy recently.&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep going out, in other words, I'm almost bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;2. Catch up session with frens these few days.&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched 2 movies consecutively in the same cinema.&lt;br /&gt;4. Barely hanging on to my financial thread due to huge expenditure. Thus, I decide that I wanna quit shopping. Yes, it is like a drug - addictive and harmful. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;5. Reading books as if I'm studying. I;m gonna pick up a new skill (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this month has some movie blockbusters - Spiderman 3, Pirates of the Carribean, Next, Shrek 3.. geez.. I;m a sucker for movies. I'm really disappointed with Pirates so much so that I don't even wanna talk abt it.. sighz. lolz.. Remember to stay after the credits, cos there's still a scene!&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman 3 and Next are not too bad. Nicholas Cage's character just reminds me of Issac from Heroes - inborn ability to predict and paint the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A) KTV with Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He is one of those few frens who has an updated database of songs.  Basically we hit all the duets. Quite fun man... Cos' i haven been to KTV for some time. lolz..  Why aren't there anyone setting up an English Karaoke Lounge (real English Songs MTV) like that of Kbox.. sighz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhXP_hdLpI/AAAAAAAAALE/G0wgozYcsR8/s1600-h/CIMG0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhXP_hdLpI/AAAAAAAAALE/G0wgozYcsR8/s320/CIMG0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068897312866905746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhX4fhdLqI/AAAAAAAAALM/Hw5GFV99mgQ/s1600-h/CIMG0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhX4fhdLqI/AAAAAAAAALM/Hw5GFV99mgQ/s320/CIMG0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068898008651607714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B) ECP last Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attempt to talk-to-dawn. Was bbqing happily and then it began to pour. geez.. All of us have to seek shelter in the tent. Sighz. But no long after, the rain stopped and we are back to the BBQ business again. And with Shin around, playing drinking games has become a cannot-be-missed culture. It is only at abt 5pm that we succumb to tiredness. Slept for abt 3 hrs in our humble tent. (=&lt;br /&gt;One of our last few gatherings cos' we are all gonna be held up with our own life. Parting is such sweet sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhaHfhdLrI/AAAAAAAAALU/IC0WbylSYiw/s1600-h/CIMG0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhaHfhdLrI/AAAAAAAAALU/IC0WbylSYiw/s320/CIMG0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068900465372901042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhREvhdLhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Oa5dca095Uc/s1600-h/CIMG0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhREvhdLhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Oa5dca095Uc/s320/CIMG0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068890522523610642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhRa_hdLiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/k5POAoZ4AY0/s1600-h/CIMG0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhSEfhdLlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/h9ow6Qy7mJk/s320/CIMG0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068891617740271186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhSE_hdLmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vpLDJD2WO-4/s1600-h/CIMG0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhSE_hdLmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vpLDJD2WO-4/s320/CIMG0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068891626330205794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhTAfhdLnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_45Zt2fn2Lo/s1600-h/CIMG0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhTAfhdLnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_45Zt2fn2Lo/s320/CIMG0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068892648532422258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhTBPhdLoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L0Fhb0Lq-CA/s1600-h/CIMG0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhTBPhdLoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L0Fhb0Lq-CA/s320/CIMG0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068892661417324162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates coming ur way.. including Xiu's Bdae pics, ECP blading and chill out session with Weiliang's gang, Sam's Farewell... yup..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-4792702561613183498?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4792702561613183498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4792702561613183498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RlhXP_hdLpI/AAAAAAAAALE/G0wgozYcsR8/s72-c/CIMG0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-4078892900967630729</id><published>2007-05-19T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:04:03.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_4/kdib34_416545aff0f464vktuf834" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-4078892900967630729?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4078892900967630729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/4078892900967630729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/05/myheritage-oh-well-just-for-fun-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-303218068821967816</id><published>2007-05-18T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:37:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spiderman 3 Outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling out and watching movies with the gals are always fun! Well if u dun believe, see it for urself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/Spiderman%203%20Movie%20Outing%204May07/CIMG7902.jpg"width=300px&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/Spiderman%203%20Movie%20Outing%204May07/CIMG7900.jpg"width=300px&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/Spiderman%203%20Movie%20Outing%204May07/CIMG7884.jpg"width=300px&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/Spiderman%203%20Movie%20Outing%204May07/CIMG7894.jpg"width=300px&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/Spiderman%203%20Movie%20Outing%204May07/CIMG7871.jpg"width=300px&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/Spiderman%203%20Movie%20Outing%204May07/CIMG0222.jpg"width=300px&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/Spiderman%203%20Movie%20Outing%204May07/CIMG0223.jpg"width=300px&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convinced? lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-303218068821967816?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/303218068821967816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/303218068821967816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3-outing-chilling-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb279/biatch_gang/Spiderman%203%20Movie%20Outing%204May07/th_CIMG7902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-3173804176016031486</id><published>2007-05-14T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:39:18.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm surprised with the results.. &lt;br /&gt;My biatch gang.. wad happen? hahahah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/369119"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/369119/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-3173804176016031486?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3173804176016031486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3173804176016031486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-surprised-with-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-2793477109015926993</id><published>2007-05-12T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:49:36.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoes Shopping + Prata for Supper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls.. Why are we the victims when it comes to shopping? We dig and dug for any possible cents to get the things we like, and after we bought it, we went home looking at our "achievements" for the day, wondering if it was a good buy or a bad one. lolz.. women... women...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm victimised too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My "achievements":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063339645029086322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RkSYlJccdHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hODVXbSdimA/s320/CIMG0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Unique but ex. I love the colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063340396648363138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RkSZQ5ccdII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3McoFtLrpDc/s320/CIMG0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Classy Charles and Keith Shoes. Discounted price. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we (colleagues and I) head to Evans Rd for supper. I had mushroom cheese and Milo Dinosaur. Sinful but totally worth it cos it is like one of the last few gatherings we could possibly have - 2 colleagues juz moved on to a new jobs, and we surmised the number of such gatherings in the near future will definitely dwindle. We bought Shin a tie for his farewell. That guy says "he dun like people to buy things for him, as he will feel indebted" Wat the heck. A nice gesture becomes a burden. -_-.  He means a great deal to us, cos his presence is always being felt. A big brother to us, I learnt a lot from him. His ideas are always refreshing, giving you a different perspective, and making u see certain issues in a different light. Appreciate his "drive-us-out-for-lunch" acts, cos it makes us look forward to lunch (the only time of the day when we are able to take a breather away  from office). I assure him that he will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I still dun approve his perspective on relationships though. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiahui aka Stefanie is also another one that is deeply treasured by us. One can confide in her on any issues (Secret or not). The bubbly gal, whom makes us realise how quiet the office is without her, is a human magnet to the crew. I enjoy every single shopping trip, clubbing sessions, chill out sessions, suppers we had, cos we can talk incessantly. She's with Yahoo now. And I guess she misses us more than we miss us, as i infer from the msn conversation i have with her - asking us if she can join us for lunch etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people always leave. I'm not sad, cos' at least our paths cross. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-2793477109015926993?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/2793477109015926993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/2793477109015926993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/05/shoes-shopping-prata-for-supper-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RkSYlJccdHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hODVXbSdimA/s72-c/CIMG0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-2689733543296509975</id><published>2007-05-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:35:05.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How well do you think you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/369119"&gt;http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/369119&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;All the best! ahahhah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-2689733543296509975?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/2689733543296509975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/2689733543296509975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-well-do-you-think-you-know-me-check.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-5466084396784240283</id><published>2007-04-28T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:07:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Miracles were nothing but stories we all clung to because we wished they were true" - extracted from Dan Brown Angels and Demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said rite.. heh.. i tot i start with a pretty quote for my entry this time round. My job as a powerpointer and erm Openofficer (they dun allow us to use Microsoft Office) was busy. And Farewell outings, ECP blading sessions, and occasional shopping trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Miss Singapore Universe&lt;/span&gt; last Sunday.  My fren made a funny comment:&lt;br /&gt;"Wah. This year's contestants are Cuiz. Pretty must join pageant meh? faint. and not pretty why must join. Another faint issue"&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i tot such competitions are a good platform for people who wants to take a step to the entertainment career. Another possible reason to take part is that you can boast to ur grandchildren that you were once a pageant queen.Other than that i see no advantage of such pageants.  Everyone can be pretty as the saying goes: Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;But their figures are good la.. How I wish i can have their flat stomach.. hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple of my frens said "Jade is like.. acks". And someone i know says i look like jade.. *ahem* i think he has access to my blog.. hhaha. kidding la, dude.. Remember there's MSU 2005 winner, Sandy Chua.. I came across her frenster, and found out that she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;. That brings me to another issue. Why do people get married so EARLY! well, of course, unless it's a shotgun case. And my frens are alredi contemplating to get married by 25! gosh.. so young! I used to tell myself tat I have to get married by 28, but now, i think it was a needless gauge. Everything will fall in place, by the name of fate. oh well, unless i;m destined to be an old maid, that is.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite till den.. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-5466084396784240283?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5466084396784240283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5466084396784240283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/04/miracles-were-nothing-but-stories-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-5587040082791905860</id><published>2007-04-08T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:38:56.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Insights from Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves this book. It gives you a different perspective in life. It makes you wonder why u are so held up with this mad chase over something in life. It touches my heart, deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the extracts which i personally favor from the book itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: "How do you keep from envying younger, healthy people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrie: "It is impossible for the old not to envy the young. But the issue is to accept who you are and revel that.&lt;br /&gt;.... the truth is part of me is every age. I;m a 3 year old, a five year old and a 37 year old man... I am every age, up to my own..&lt;br /&gt;How can I be envious of where you are - when I've been there myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;            Morrie Schwartz&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morrie Schwartz&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Quote 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;           Morrie Schwartz&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-5587040082791905860?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5587040082791905860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5587040082791905860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/04/insights-from-tuesdays-with-morrie.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-5506693783431474685</id><published>2007-04-08T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:39:59.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;BBQ Good Fri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love girls gatherings.. Now tat Lesbian Phoebe is back, we are one big group again. Playing Mahjong and chilling out and shopping.. woot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be. ~Douglas Pagels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903841754673666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhqSIJxcgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/62WH9HYoYns/s320/CIMG0099%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050906092317536786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhsVIJxchI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_r-ZS7Y2OB0/s320/CIMG0103%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A game of Old Maid.. Damn scary.. Reminising those times in Bintan playing old maid.. yucks.. Thank God, I was the first to get rid of my cards this time round. Phew.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050906100907471442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhsVoJxclI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JbzGRMCbmW4/s320/CIMG0110%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050906096612504130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhsVYJxckI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D0puUKzvstE/s320/CIMG0109%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050906916951257730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhtFIJxcoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z7bmbdTex5g/s320/CIMG0118%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050906916951257714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhtFIJxcnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uvOKgFdGqVA/s320/CIMG0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya.. these pics are taken 2 mths ago.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY 23rd Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At Thai Express with Manas and Eugene. Manas was away for a yr or 2 on NOC. Lucky Ass. And guess wad he got hitched there. Lucky Ass again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050909584125948562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhvgYJxcpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MRpUckAoyQs/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050909588420915874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhvgoJxcqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IRwoMq8bc90/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Swensens with NUS frens again. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050909597010850482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhvhIJxcrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vDeHKalfkEo/s320/DSC00249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050909605600785106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhvhoJxctI/AAAAAAAAAH0/y3wCpeo5SFg/s320/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050909601305817794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhvhYJxcsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zvTLqxiqPbM/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050914510453437154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rhhz_IJxcuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mteFWcvJQx4/s320/IMGP0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050915176173368050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rhh0l4JxcvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4h1Xl6V8ihQ/s320/IMGP0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday with my biatches - at Holland V's mexican food place and Hagen daz.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050916340109505282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rhh1poJxcwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/roE9YAoVUAk/s320/P1010604%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream is one big temptation which i fail to resist. Damn my achillie's heel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050917650074530594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rhh214JxcyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/l3-sQ18Gwo0/s320/P1010607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050917641484595986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rhh21YJxcxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sH3ee6jI4dw/s320/P1010606.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050919222032560946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rhh4RYJxczI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VDmSxkXMe6c/s320/P1010611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050921227782288194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rhh6GIJxc0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/_G8FDshYqxg/s320/P1010619.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050922052416009042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rhh62IJxc1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/wiiQ7Ban4EU/s320/P1010615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya, tat day i got my hand injured. On my birthday! The biggest present i received so far is no doubt the Cast. geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050922061005943650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rhh62oJxc2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/JNwwvPaA6tg/s320/P1010622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised i din manage to get the pics from Siew Koon for my bdae celebration with my jc frens. Rest assured, u guys are not forgotten. These frens give me one of the best memories for my 17th - 19th year on earth. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the galore of pics. Cos i wont be updating my blog anytime soon. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-5506693783431474685?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5506693783431474685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5506693783431474685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/04/bbq-good-fri-i-love-girls-gatherings.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RhhqSIJxcgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/62WH9HYoYns/s72-c/CIMG0099%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-3808424156439699660</id><published>2007-03-17T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:23:10.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DMG Gala Night 2007     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it means company's Dinner and Dance (DnD) for some, or it means simply the adult version of prom nite. lolz.. My day started out by going for the 2nd and last day of my course at Raffles place. I have to tell you, lunch time at Raffles place can really drive a non-CBDian crazy. Booking of seats using tissues, long queue etc.  ya.. quite a turn off. I captured this shot in the CBD - it has this diagonal crossing traffic. So basically you can cross the roads in whatever direction you want. I have heard about it but haven't really seen it myself. Ya ya. call me NOOB! lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu4EkGslhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RXY3dixFJ5g/s1600-h/CIMG0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu4EkGslhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RXY3dixFJ5g/s320/CIMG0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042826596322154002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i have to rush to Grand Copthorne Hotel. We booked a room there to prepare for the gala nite. Guess what we dressed up as? A fusion from some of the Horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paint for makeup. I'm sure they are pimple-causing. yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu8J0GsliI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nQoXbqIBAjQ/s1600-h/CIMG0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu8J0GsliI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nQoXbqIBAjQ/s320/CIMG0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042831084562978338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you - The Scary Epic Movie. Did u see the knife sticking out of my head? and a nail piercing thru jiahui's head? lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu8KEGsljI/AAAAAAAAAFM/anO1O5-PFR4/s1600-h/CIMG0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu8KEGsljI/AAAAAAAAAFM/anO1O5-PFR4/s320/CIMG0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042831088857945650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera? lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu8KEGslkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FwDAeCMVWkY/s1600-h/CIMG0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu8KEGslkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FwDAeCMVWkY/s320/CIMG0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042831088857945666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hannibal getting dressed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu8KUGsllI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fjP33feoz8E/s1600-h/CIMG0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu8KUGsllI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fjP33feoz8E/s320/CIMG0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042831093152912978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I derno what character is that in Red but i noe the makeup standard is abit hurhur.. ahhaha. But it looks scary nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-kkGslmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6ppLllaVJTI/s1600-h/CIMG0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-kkGslmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6ppLllaVJTI/s320/CIMG0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042833743147734626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-k0GslnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RXOc2zOIhuo/s1600-h/CIMG0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-k0GslnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RXOc2zOIhuo/s320/CIMG0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042833747442701938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kawaii neh! lolz.. I cant stand it too. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-lEGsloI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K0qqsjZKSts/s1600-h/CIMG0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-lEGsloI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K0qqsjZKSts/s320/CIMG0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042833751737669250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A True blue Ah Beng living the life of a king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-lUGslpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zRQS3xZQ0DQ/s1600-h/CIMG0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-lUGslpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zRQS3xZQ0DQ/s320/CIMG0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042833756032636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so yea, at the end of the day, we head back to the sacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-lkGslqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Twl8IaNsX3I/s1600-h/CIMG0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu-lkGslqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Twl8IaNsX3I/s320/CIMG0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042833760327603874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din win any lucky draw! shucks.. first prize is 1000 taka voucher. lucky arse to whoever that wins it. grr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-3808424156439699660?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3808424156439699660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/3808424156439699660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/dmg-gala-night-2007-yea-it-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/Rfu4EkGslhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RXY3dixFJ5g/s72-c/CIMG0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-5339073342873246975</id><published>2007-03-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:42:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A sudden surge of emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading through a couple of frens' blog, and i realised the big contrast between mine and theirs. Mine is full of happy stuffs while theirs are mostly about relationships and the obstacles they are facing. Hey hey, doesn't mean i have no worries k, I juz dun wanna recollect bad things i've been through in order to fill up a blog entry. Not worth the pain, i say. Want a pointer or two? Live your live the fullest, I know sometimes there will be some bitch or bastard that spoil your day and makes things difficult. But hey, dun fall into their trap, buck up and fix it. well, well.. i'll say no more. As the song goes "Always look on the bright side of life.. du do du do ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. all I want now is to have a life of my own without having to care about the mad rush for money- like u know reading a good book, taking lotsa pics of sceneries i have yet to chance upon, learning sports which i have nv learn b4, meet pple whom i would like to meet but have yet to meet b4, breathing the fresh air of the nature while having a morning jog, and the list goes on.. And Dun tell me I have to wait till that day i retire to achieve all these. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, realise the sudden upsurge of entries? well, i try my very best to update my blog. It's tough to keep a blog, i realise - maintenance time, creating a blog entry, waiting for Blogger to upload your photos.. gosh.. huge time expenditure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next entry... Taz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-5339073342873246975?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5339073342873246975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/5339073342873246975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/sudden-surge-of-emotions-was-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-7216148948024879248</id><published>2007-03-10T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:48:11.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wentworth on Gap! Sizzling Hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040307245815731714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfLEvEGslgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ebJrr3u4U4s/s320/normal_Gap_Spr07_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-7216148948024879248?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7216148948024879248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/7216148948024879248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/wentworth-on-gap-sizzling-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfLEvEGslgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ebJrr3u4U4s/s72-c/normal_Gap_Spr07_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-1806090921873292269</id><published>2007-03-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:02:36.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bintan Trip 010307 - 040307&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 4 days 3 night getaway.&lt;br /&gt;Shiok. Jetski. Salty water. Awesome breeze. Dark Roads. Scary Well. Ghost stories. Dark roads. 40 cans of beer. Cordon Bleu. Kelong seafood dinner. Pasar Oleh Oleh. Tanjung Pinang. Bikinis. Surf Butts. Sunburnt. That summarize the things associated with this trip. It was fun ('cept for the last day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the ferry @ Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal. Note the color of our skin. This is "Before" picture. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039542909725774450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfANk2SLEnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IsEy6oUKJIA/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039542909725774466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfANk2SLEoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_A9qIGezO9I/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bintan Beer. It tastes a bit strange. I'm still a fan of Hoegaarden and Heineken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039543519611130578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAOIWSLEtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sVS2epGDTfo/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at Pasar Oleh Oleh. Love the cereal prawn. Pretty ex for dinner. But we were too hungry to care&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039544434439164642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAO9mSLEuI/AAAAAAAAABE/rKXrs_WHC5I/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mana Mana Resort. Our shelter for the Bintan trip &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039542914020741778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfANlGSLEpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/q1NBjlQNiPc/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We played this "Dot" games. Apparently, the person who has 5 dots lose the game. And ya.. i lose the game. grrr.. quite a noob at it. And i sux at these kind of games and drinking games. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039543519611130562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAOIWSLEsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J6d2DzBCzGc/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039543515316163250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAOIGSLErI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qYX9CnGEq74/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm, the star looks abit deformed. but the focus is on our sexy hands.. lolz&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039543515316163234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAOIGSLEqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xgq-2rcm_ZI/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pretty beach of Bintan (at our resort). We played jetski, soccer, frisbee, yada yada.. and ya.. the place where we got really burnt&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039545220418179874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAPrWSLEyI/AAAAAAAAABk/b_g4xdSzr_M/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resort Breakfast. Love the crossiants with cheese. yumz.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039544438734131970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAO92SLEwI/AAAAAAAAABU/OgUor_HN9Cc/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039544438734131954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAO92SLEvI/AAAAAAAAABM/9uoCosZHqtU/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At another Hotel Lobby. Big breeze and cool air. Oh, I so missed it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039545224713147202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAPrmSLE0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/6eevy7r3iIE/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039555128907731874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAYsGSLE6I/AAAAAAAAACk/QN_IL0dvbsQ/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beach. 4 bikini babes and 1 cameraman. lolz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039568086824064178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAkeWSLFLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t18VYL085GY/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all trying to act cool &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039552234099774354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAWDmSLE5I/AAAAAAAAACc/LIXyEEu9Hlg/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buried in the the sand is Miss Stef Chua. Basically she is whining her way out of the sand. lolz.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039552225509839714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAWDGSLE2I/AAAAAAAAACE/UWfm-rUxshE/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039552229804807026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAWDWSLE3I/AAAAAAAAACM/YHzubsNP4qA/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our nite activities - playing daidee, card games, drinking games. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039558904183985122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAcH2SLE-I/AAAAAAAAADE/r6NP0QDPre4/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039552234099774338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAWDmSLE4I/AAAAAAAAACU/dN1zXgjO7AM/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shin telling ghost stories. Damn.. uber scary. There's this well behind our hut, and it really gives us the creeps. To make things worse, he tells ghost stories with lights off, and there's eerie music in the background and the lighting which he used from the window media player. omg.. My head is 3/4 in the blanket. so damn freaky. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039555133202699218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAYsWSLE9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/IQu3tTW5JwM/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood at Kelong. gosh. nice.. fresh seafood. Chilli Crab, clams, mussels, gong gong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039566424671720610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAi9mSLFKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ERuuGl_YYXI/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039566205628388482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAiw2SLFII/AAAAAAAAAEU/mNHw9TFzs6Y/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039566424671720594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAi9mSLFJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Stj2L2ynQDs/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039565866325972082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAidGSLFHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fSoFHldlv5U/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039555128907731890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAYsGSLE7I/AAAAAAAAACs/HO1oIKayHHA/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the town area - Tanjong Pinang. We ate crispy chickens and do some shopping and ya.. hit the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039555133202699202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAYsWSLE8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/LHvzTY8pFpc/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burnt. Lobster-red and it hurts. really bad. We are almost handicapped - unable to move at ease, scream when anyone touched u.. ya.. it is tat bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560579221230626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAdpWSLFCI/AAAAAAAAADk/JNo5KptNBd0/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560583516197938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAdpmSLFDI/AAAAAAAAADs/hl-OCtJvR_I/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560583516197954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAdpmSLFEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nrLR_OUpF54/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560587811165282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAdp2SLFGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cPw_5MryKSA/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, i dun really wanna remind myself how unlucky i am tat day. out of 3 rounds of Old Maid game, i lost twice.. i.e. i am old maid for 2 times. omg.. and they keep saying i will get married at 90. omg.. Touch wood man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039558912773919762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAcIWSLFBI/AAAAAAAAADc/BF3vpYavZdk/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day at Bintan. As if we are characters from Survivor, we use cups (we torn the cups and somehow use it to to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560587811165266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAdp2SLFFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XhVlSvbLzgQ/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039558908478952434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAcIGSLE_I/AAAAAAAAADM/4jtFvRI-7_U/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039558908478952450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfAcIGSLFAI/AAAAAAAAADU/oBbzhLoaer4/s320/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup.. tat's about all. All i can say is, i had fun. These are the people who makes my office life fun and entertaining! &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/6462041-1806090921873292269?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/1806090921873292269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/1806090921873292269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/bintan-trip-010307-040307-4-days-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_roUZH8kLkNg/RfANk2SLEnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IsEy6oUKJIA/s72-c/Bintan+Trip+1+March+07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-116817934495445290</id><published>2007-01-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:15:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The one where my colleague got drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was quite some time back.. but it is really funny. My colleague claimed that he wont get drunk. I give him the benefit of the doubt. But that day he was drunk b4 10pm.. WEAK! hahaahhha.. Always believe in Karma, they say.. Dun worry, this karma won't strike me, i dun drink much. I'm a good gal (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/617904/PC080088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/842362/PC080085%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/895762/PC080089%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-116817934495445290?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116817934495445290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116817934495445290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-where-my-colleague-got-drunk-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-116766360670350680</id><published>2007-01-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:00:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2007 - A new year, a new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festive seasons are the best. U can meet up with frens, go partying, watch movie, go booze-ing, go singing, watch lotsa TV programs, sleep till the ray of noon sunlight wakes u up, yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec is the month which has tons of bdae treats, dinner, get-together. Not to mention the Xmas and ushering the new year. And ya. the bonus month. lolz.. xmas sales, post xmas sales. Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Xmas and the Countdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas: Same old things - Chill out at fren's hse&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: Watched the Jay Chou movie - The Curse of the golden flowers. After which our initial plan was to watch the fireworks. But the rain at the Esplanade destroyed it all. I tot I wont be able to have a good countdown. Luckily, another bunch of my frens called and off we went countdown-ing.. Pics will be up after i get from Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee Club with cousins on Fri (=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudpie + brownies (AS USUAL) lolz.. Gossiping and pig-out session. Desserts make me high.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/366745/portrait%20eight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/36670/portrait%20eleven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/931653/portrait%20three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Constance and Katherine's bdae..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/724347/Ye%20Con%20bdae%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other bdae gal aint in the pic. another pig-out session.. gosh.. Now, tat explain the incessant weight gain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now, I;m STILL watching alot of shows. YOUTUBE is seriously the best invention of the year. I just finished this Jap serial drama called "One litre of tears" within these 2 days. OMG. I cried like crap and my eyes are swollen at this very moment.  They have a pretty good looking cast for this show and the L guy from Death Note is in there as well. I cant believe he is 1.80m tall - probably cos he slouched throughout the movie in Death Note. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Curse of the Golden Flower&lt;/strong&gt; - The whole show is full of Gold, gold, and gold. My eyes actually hurts after the movie. ok..i exaggerated abit. The show has many spilling boobs too. It looks so painful - trying to push up all the flesh. acks. Jay chou is funny.. very funny.. his expressions are hilarious. Though the show is not supposed to be a comedy, everyone in the theatre LAUGH OUT LOUD unanimously. All in all, the show is only worth like 2 out of 5 popcorns. It doesnt have a freaking ending. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Death Note 2&lt;/strong&gt; - As usual, intriguing. Mind twister. Smart but predictable plot. It still win hands down among the shows i watched this month. I don't wanna spoil the show so i wont give u the gist of the story. To add, L makes eating desserts a gross affair. acks. Other than that, he is quite funny in this sequel. And i realised Jap gals are pretty similar. Pretty, Long hair, big eyes, anorexic-looking. So hard to differentiate one from another. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for this post. Seriously it is time to sit down to set my new year resolutions. 23 this year. Gosh.. Haven done anything big yet. It's abt time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Mich out-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-116766360670350680?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116766360670350680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116766360670350680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-new-year-new-start-festive.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-116602058470128503</id><published>2006-12-13T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:36:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The one about life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when every life goes off course - not according to what you expect it to be. In this desperate moment who will u be?&lt;br /&gt;Will you let down your defenses and find solace in someone unexpected?&lt;br /&gt;Will you reach out?&lt;br /&gt;Will you face your greatest fears bravely or move forward with faith?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you succumb to the darkness in your soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder over it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-116602058470128503?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116602058470128503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116602058470128503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-about-life-there-are-times-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-116446927118977911</id><published>2006-11-24T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:41:11.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Updates.. Ya I noe, I am lagging badly.. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz got back. While waiting for my hair to dry, I shall contribute a post to my almost dormant blog. So there u go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yuda's Bdae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/103016/DSC03382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They call themselves the /S. Indeed, they are a nice and fun bunch of guys. And Humorous as well.. whahah.. their encounters are damn funny.. Really admirable to see awesome friendship in them after so many years. I owe Birthday boy a bdae treat. After his mugging period, I say. Also, I've asked him to remind me.. juz in case work makes me senile and all ..hahahah.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. MOS and KTV with colleagues&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Told u I have happening colleagues. lolz..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/528815/Photo_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/348/320/406702/Photo_0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And ya, I'm getting fatter! HOW NOW BROWN COW? Sitting in the office from 830-6, and eating heavy lunch, and also the tea breaks.. I am so gonna be a fatty bom bom. Somebody saveeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeeee......... This week, I'm stuck with a 6 full days induction programme - and the organisers fed us 2 tea break a day. I;ve made lotsa new frens from different camps. It was no doubt FUN! (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prison Break is going to come to a season finale this coming monday.. Oh no... And all my shows are going on it's normal winter hiatus and will resume all new episodes in January. Geez.. As a matter of fact, all the shows will be stopped during winter - the reason being: people go on vacation during the holiday season and don't watch much TV. -_- So again, new episodes will return in January of 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok.. bedtime.. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-116446927118977911?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116446927118977911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116446927118977911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-116330672037743577</id><published>2006-11-12T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:45:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SA5 Class Outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwaah.. I dun even recall the last class outing we have man.. Anyway it was a gd reunion..And we have an unexpected guest.. Thomas The Pro.. wahhahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0001.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0004.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Who is that on Siding's right side? Surprise Surprise...hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ladies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah.. Class rep singing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0007.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Linkin park songs, xmas songs, children songs.. hahaha.. That was the first time i sing so many weird songs among the ktv sessions i went to. Loves seeing everyone again. Just bring back many fond memories from the good ol' JC days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-116330672037743577?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116330672037743577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116330672037743577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/sa5-class-outing-fwaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-116330561877327518</id><published>2006-11-10T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:47:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rasa Sentosa Hotel with colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures explain the post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/PA230008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing this drinking game &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/PA230024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/PA230027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/PA230033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/PA230029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jacuzzi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/PA230047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/PA230046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The night before, they throw me inside the pool! grrr.. always out to get pple wet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To summarise, I have happening colleagues.. which makes the monotonous 9-6 working hrs very much more fun and endurable.. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-116330561877327518?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116330561877327518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116330561877327518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/rasa-sentosa-hotel-with-colleagues-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-116142842640470326</id><published>2006-10-21T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:39:25.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One entry a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my tagboard into a chatterbox cos the previous screwed up. Anyways, how have u all been? Hope u guys are doing fine like I am. Oh well, not tat I have a fantastic social life so to speak cos of work committments and all. But my social scene has not really been broken by the evil 930-6pm work hours. I still hang out wif my frens every now and then. So much so tat my parents are whining. Getting my first pay for this month is good.. However, I think i overpampered myself. acks.. That's the thing about being gals.. so many temptations.. Ever stop and wonder why they have this thing called the Lady's Card and not Man's card. grrr.. Evil.. I succumb to them easily... But den again a little shopping therapy doesnt kill..hahh.. agree Felicia Tan? haaahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week is gonna be a happening one cos i have 2 colleagues' bdae celebration at Siloso Beach Resort. *grinz*.. I haven stay in a Sentosa hotel before. The last time I stayed over at Sentosa was some Freshmen Orientation Camps... hmm.. reminisce reminisce.. heh.. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, surprise of the week is Biatch Phoebe came back to Singapore.. and appeared before us in Heeren without us even noeing tat she has touched down a while ago! Xiu is a good actress.. lolz.. hahah.. Dinner was not bad, finally tried Pepper Lunch (I always detest the idea of eating in Pepper Lunch cos u stink after u come out fr tat place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking with Colleagues at Bullfrog. Not bad, i have got happening colleagues. And it is really gd. Play some stupid games but only Shin got drunk.. oh well.. he claimed he got high ONLY.. yah yah.. haahah.. This man has really weird thinking: A couple of weeks after i got into my company, he asked me "What do u think of ur bf going out and sleeping with other gals?" I was like wad duh.. wad kind of qns is tat.. anyway my answer was "Going out is fine, but sleeping makes him too freaking arsehole.. " He replied "Why not man, it's normal." I got nothing to say. Guys have tat adultery instinct at heart, tat's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, will update again if i have the time. meanwhile, take care and i'll leave u with this. Read them and i ensure u can get a rush of nostalgic memories through ur brain. My comments are in Blue.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The good old days... For those who born in the 70s and 80s. Fond memories......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK, Transformers, Silver Hawk and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget Ninja Turtles, My Little Pony and Smurfs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during &gt;&gt;recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured mug.The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You know what SBC stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on RTM1 about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball called Meoro Attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP! when pressed. There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole in the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every Children's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You've probably read Young Generation magazine.You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-&gt; to add on, Bookworm Club.. ahahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to see the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-&gt; I dun think it was 3.50 during my time though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20 cents per pack), and Ding Dang (50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week. Not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven even are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'... you just couldn't bring yourself to say the hokkien relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. CDIS were your bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic balls in the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most important fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally &amp;amp; Mr. Yakki. What abt Miss Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. We carry out experiments of our own to get ourself badges for being a Young Zoologist/Botanist etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Every Children's day and National day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with 'Happy National Day 1994'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Boys like to catch fighting spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not", and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard?catch.Friend like you, hard to forget".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. There were at least 40 people in one class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You have to reach school by 7am where the school starts the "silent reading" session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-116142842640470326?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116142842640470326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116142842640470326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-entry-month-i-changed-my-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-116031357784068602</id><published>2006-10-08T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:19:37.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw this post by Sumiko Tan this morning on the papers..&lt;br /&gt;She said this: "Why are women so hung up on other women's weight? It's not as if you became slimmer if someone grows fatter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so damn true. We girls look at other girls and compare our body (against theirs) from head to toes. Not only body size, but also fashion-awareness.. grr.. There is always an undercurrent of rivalry whenever u see someone who is prettier or has better dress sense than u. All these are the ramifications of the image-saturated and hypercritical environment where we live. Sad but true. Of course, if one is overweight or skinny, they should do something abt it. Other than that, we shld really appreciate wad we have rather than trying to attain an impossible notion of having a "perfect body"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was good.. Dinner at Coffee Club and Chilling out at Harry's.. Got a lift from Mr Casanova to Holland V from office. I reached there pretty early so I shopped around, reminiscing the good ol' ACJC days. Things are pretty much the same there, though there are some turnover in terms of the shops and also a super big foodcentre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures laterz. Too darn lazy to post.. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-116031357784068602?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116031357784068602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/116031357784068602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/10/saw-this-post-by-sumiko-tan-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115907522446936719</id><published>2006-09-24T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:43:26.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know it has been Long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, working life is the culprit tat. and eventually makes u break away from the glam social scene. Work was pretty good so far, but some flu bug got into me making me weak and all. Work is tough but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went JB with Weijie, Guoping, Edwin, and some others. Not bad. Seriously I haven been there without tagging along with my parents. Nevertheless, it was a total splendid shopping spree. Guys are getting the hang of shopping nowadays. We shopped and ate like kings and queens. Sweet! Aiya, should have taken pics of the food b4 devouring.. darn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the customs, I was asked over by the custom officers to check my bag. He asked if I smoke, or if i bought chewy gums.. and searched my bag thoroughly. (Probably I wasnt discrete enuff when chewing my gums at the customs.) Grrr.. do I have tat bad egg look? how embarassing, I was the only one among my frens who got it.. And did i mention tat my colleagues said i have a fierce look - like "come close me, and i will bite ur head off" kind of look when they first saw me? Gosh..I need to go for plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than tat, these few days I'm just couch-potatoing on my Prison Break, House, Grey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115907522446936719?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115907522446936719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115907522446936719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-it-has-been-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115785829544437405</id><published>2006-09-10T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:03:57.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Project Superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. I noe i am crazy.. hahaha.. But when i see the freaking queue ydae i wanna faint and call it a quit. Ya. Hands up to surrender! Supposed to go with PW, den i told her i wont be taking part cos for such a competition u need way too much commitment! so ya. I went with Constance in the end, WeiNi supposed to join us but she cant make it i think. At abt 10am (when i reached), the HDB Hub was a scene of frenzied activity and at that pt of time the queue number was 3000+. At 11am (we are not in the queue! cos it's too OMG), the queue number increase exponentially (with emphasis added..heh) to 6000+. I cant help but to take my hat off to these ladies, taking into consideration their sufferings under the blazing sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0001.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0002%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/numtag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the number tag as a result of our less den MERELY 20 mins of queue-up at HDB Hub. Constance's 1468 (nice number for 4D huh hahaha). We are not so crazy as to queue up at 6am. The theory behind the mere 20 mins queue is that, THEY ASKED US TO COME BACK ON SUNDAY AT 2pm TO REQUEUE FOR REGISTRATION AGAIN!! goodness gracious.. so forget it man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry to Felicia, Xiu, Phoes, Fendy.. ahahha.. These are the people who are even more excited den me with regards to this PSS. I let you guys down. hahah.. U guys can count on Constance for tat! get ur banners ready! hahahah.. And my apologies to Constance, for leaving u in the lurch.. oopsie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115785829544437405?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115785829544437405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115785829544437405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/project-superstar-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115746503603368725</id><published>2006-09-05T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:00:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recent Updates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Went to watch "The Devil wears Prada" with my fren. I tot it will juz be another dumb show but end up it does hold some accent of educational value in it. A show for the fashionistas *grinz* The clothes and the overall fashion are tentalizing. Uber nice! Particular the ones below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/anne2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/devilwears1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway it is strange seeing how Anne Hathaway transform from a oh-so-sweet gal in Princess Diaries to a Roar-I'm-a-sexy-kitten gal in Brokeback mountain and Devil's.. I kinda can see the Aguilera or Spears' transformation in her. I guess that is the only way you can survive and get famous in the "infamous" Hollywood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update 2&lt;/strong&gt;: After 2 months hiatus, I'm officially employed. Yea, gonna be a govt worker. yup.. starting work on this coming Monday. Really glad that some other offers come pouring in as well. A great consolation after going through the job search ordeal. But too late.. grr..I've alredi signed the contract! The contract briefing process is really quite something - making oath and all, and the things u have to read before signing really drain me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update 3&lt;/strong&gt;: *tug hair* aint sure whether to go for Project Superstar audition this coming saturday. I heard it's not even the judges that will be judging you this sat, the producers instead are the ones. And rumors said that they are harsh, if you dun have the star quality in your looks they will probably Buzz u off. Imagine being buzz off (using the bell) at the instant you step in without even giving you a chance to sing, let alone to say the long wait that you would have to go thru juz to get into the room. totally crazy. Plus, I dun think i have the commitment, so should I? My frens are more den supportive but i still have ambivalent feelings about it. *tug hair again*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update 4&lt;/strong&gt;: Steve Irwin died. when i heard news abt his death, i kinda feel that his death is kinda ironic.. A crocodile hunter got killed by a stingray rather than a crocodile. But probably tat's because he knew the behavior of crocodiles like the back of his hand to avoid any probable attack. But Still! Life, life, life.. full of surprises huh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update 5&lt;/strong&gt;: I've got so many frens telling me that Prison Break is an awesome show. I haven QC the show myself as yet. You guys shld try to d/l and watch it. And yea! Wake me up when September end cos All my shows will be coming back in their brand new seasons in late sept.. COOLIO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115746503603368725?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115746503603368725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115746503603368725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/recent-updates-update-1-went-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115696364817792726</id><published>2006-08-31T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T11:32:58.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call me fickle-minded.. and call me picky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a job is like looking for a bf.. You want the best for yourself. So along the way, you reject an offer or u reject the guy. Now 2 companies are trying to be yayapapaya.. offer me and ask me to wait for confirmation. So we shall see.. I hate myself for turning down some job offers in the beginning in pursuit of a better one. Oh well. I am to be blamed, my bad, my bad. grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's photos - 2 batches (one from Aria Bar at Esplanade, the other at Lotus' house)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that this bar existed.. probably caused Harry's kinda seems more conspicuous den Aria. But it is nice, cozy, and one for one for early birds.. Sanjay's farewell drinking session so to speak. I had this choco-martini - with a chocolate stick. hehe. cute. At least I can taste real alcohol.. u noe how some meanie bars/clubs give u diluted one as though u are drinking water.. Taking a picture wif Sanjay only ends up making fun of him.. cos he super act cool.. dun wanna smile and all.. so we FORCED him to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/Aria%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/Aria%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/Aria%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/Aria%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon's 24th bdae at Lotus' house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a long story. It was supposed to be my JC class outing, but i went for Jon's bdae party instead.. Quit bad-mouthing me abt pang-sehing.. haahh.. I have VALID reasons..My mum asked me to run an errands for her to the East.. so i gotta to run tat errand and jon's party is in the East, hence on the way, I chose Jon's party instead of my JC frens.. hahahha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ate so much pizza and drank so much coke and sprite vodka.. vinod and aaron trying to get me drunk.. I resist all temptations and told them to quit doing it cos I have to go home myself. Better to be safe den sorry.. Vinod juz got back from Sunny California - looking all good and sunny. Lotsa juicy news fr California - like the gay bars, big street performances.. etc. sounds so darn fun.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/Jon%27s%2024th%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/Jon%27s%2024th%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the photouploading tool juz hung on me.. nvm.. more pics coming ur way..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115696364817792726?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115696364817792726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115696364817792726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/call-me-fickle-minded.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115640440804059515</id><published>2006-08-24T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:26:48.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so freaking scared whenever the phone rings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, we find you suitable for the job and would like you to come down for an interview...."&lt;br /&gt;Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am one of the characters in The Ring  or those criminals being interrogated. yup.. my feeling exactly. And I am telling myself to be less picky, and to relax.. All these interviews are draining away my brain juice, and not to mention my youth and TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115640440804059515?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115640440804059515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115640440804059515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-freaking-scared-whenever-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115618057726383755</id><published>2006-08-22T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:18:36.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look wad the job-hunt has turned Michele into?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We face dilemmas.. everyday. Askin you to pick something between the 2 choices is possible to some people and yet impossible to some. I belong to the latter - I can't make decisions. Cos wadeva decisions I make, i tend to regret. Seriously wad do I wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) A job which you are not interested but yet the company and its perk are awesome?&lt;br /&gt;B) A job which interests you, has career prospects but the perks are not outstanding, and that they take very long to get back to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, A or B? I have to give my reply to this job offer in less den 23 hrs time. And I have not made up my mind yet. My dad and frens told me to turn it down. A part of my heart tells me to take wadeva offers u have now, because I hate editing cover letters and sending resumes, not to mention going for rounds and rounds of interview while they TRY to get back to me ASAP. A part of me tells me this job doesnt have much job prospects, however, if thing goes my way, I can probably switch departments within the company. Tat's probably the consolation of this job other den its perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wad is it tat i really wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DERNO! *shake head* *yank hair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115618057726383755?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115618057726383755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115618057726383755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-wad-job-hunt-has-turned-michele.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115548555459106304</id><published>2006-08-14T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:57:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Step by Step Guide to Felicia &amp; Fendy's Bdae Celebration on 12th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Steamboat at Chong Qing Steamboat. I juz realised Bugis is the miniature version of Marina Bay when it comes to steamboat. I had my fill.. quite nice.. I dun really enjoy the Ma la part even though i'm the so called Ms chilli padi (the nickname came upon becos i like to eat spicy stuff.. wad are u thinking abt.. ahaha..). But tat is a &lt;em&gt;tad&lt;/em&gt; glam nick! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pub at Boat Quay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0002.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/0608120010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/0608120014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/0608120013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ktv pub...i get to sing quite a couple of songs. heh.. and play rounds and rounds of card games. omg.. and seeing Fendy drunk and dancing is really quite some form of entertainment! The pub's boss is damn comical - he came over and shone the torch on us askin us to show our IC..tat;s not the best part. After that he turned and guess wad his vest says "S.W.A.T" and we were like WTH?!?!?!.. hahahah.. Wad a "rare" talent! Pls give him an application form for MediaCorp.. Anyone? lolz.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. shld have gotten felicia drunk also.. lolz.. more pictures coming up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115548555459106304?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115548555459106304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115548555459106304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/step-by-step-guide-to-felicia-s-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115548303707688801</id><published>2006-08-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:24:39.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mudpie-ified &amp; Brownie-ified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. this week is mad.. totally pig-ified! I had brownies on Thurs at Munchies and then today (Sunday) I have mudpie and brownies. Please note that brownies are inclusive of ice-cream. So yea.. 3 times of ice-cream this week.. But hey hey.. I exercise.. hahaha.. Really! I run at BB nature park.. However, it is getting really boring after a while.. i frequent it and now it seems like i am running on those round track. U noe how boring it is to run on stadium track.. same scenery every round. Gosh .. it totally makes the running tedious and monotonous. geeez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week was a busy week. Besides the aptitude test and interviews, it was juz lotsa gathering..&lt;br /&gt;Went back school for transcript and Munchies. Watched Click with the /S gang. Rui's and Fendy's bdae celebration. Meeting up wif an old fren.&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty fulfilling as of now. Nothing to think about.. juz do wadeva u feel like doing (minus the frenzy job search, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the past week makes me think twice abt this thing called karma. lolz.. oh well.. Something are better left unspoken.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.. Starhub drops a letter into my house saying that there will be maintenance in my area - so no SCV and Internet from 9am-6pm on Tues. Omg! Wad I am going to do then?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a bit of shopping today and i came across this oh-so-cute plastic bag which says "This is a tiny carrier" . I saw the Small and Medium carrier too.. adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0004.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115548303707688801?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115548303707688801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115548303707688801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/mudpie-ified-brownie-ified-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115484263187460765</id><published>2006-08-06T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T13:48:23.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lunch with SPH ex-colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/Convo%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/SPH%20003%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had lotsa food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/SPH%20006%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Jac (jac wants tat Sakae signboard to be inside&lt;br /&gt;the pic so tat she can set up a sushi stall like this in Canada.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/Convo%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Caroline&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/SPH%20003%20%282%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Caroline, Vicky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caroline msged me asking me to meet them for lunch. Aww.. I missed my colleagues in SPH. Though it's only for 2 months plus, but that frenship bonding has alredi taken place. It was hell lot of fun (minus the sad travelling time from Bukit Batok to Aljunied). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ate so much; but it was both a stomach cum soul-satisfying lunch. They were so jealous of my Tai-tai like life cos i can go shopping after the lunch while they have to go back and slog the rest of the day in the office. lolz.. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115484263187460765?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115484263187460765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115484263187460765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/lunch-with-sph-ex-colleagues-had-lotsa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115462474580661716</id><published>2006-08-04T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:06:02.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So do you really think u know me? Now friends, think again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to eat mudpies, brownies with chocolate ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep and surf the Internet so often that it has began to take over my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified of the future - working life, marriage, kids, and growing old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my school life at this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I diet in my secondary school days cos of peer pressure and also to fit into that teeny weenie netball skirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to travel to the West side of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going clubbing only if my frens drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing but don't dare to take part in competitions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep without fondling my mini-pillow's edges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love alternative musics - Maroon 5, Breaking Benjamin, Default, Snow Patrol etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect Fashion Magazines and I will take them out once in a while to read again though I know the fashion vibe now may not be what it is depicted in the 10-yrs-ago magazines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe without my family, frens, music, TV, and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much wanted to sleep naked cos' I heard it is good for health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  don't smoke but I enjoy working in a tobacco company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy watching idol dramas though I know that kind of story is never gonna happen to me or anyone else in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a uber short body, but long legs and hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attract both sexes and it freak me out TOTALLY. Talking about this leads me to the next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a homophobic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to have a funky short hairstyle so that I can spike it up but I am afraid to do so juz in case people regard me as butch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a true-blue perfectionist who will get irritated if things turn out to be otherwise expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather spend money on clothes, and entertainment then on food cos I think food has a short-life span?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a point of this entry where I ran out of inspiration?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115462474580661716?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115462474580661716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115462474580661716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-do-you-really-think-u-know-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115427608369351792</id><published>2006-07-30T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:17:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hitted argument appeased by the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll skipped tat hitted argument part. Dun wanna recall the whole situation cos tat kinda rub the wounds in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ydae was basically a day of pure entertainment - ktv, movie, eating, and shopping. seems boring to u? oh well.. u cant expect urself to be doing anything more den tat in SingaFreakingboringpore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Lake House&lt;/span&gt; - Intellectual, romance novel kind of plot. Thumbs up for the linkages from one scenario to the other. lolz.. *applause*. Basically it's a show for suckers for happy ending (like me). hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FIR New Album&lt;/span&gt; - Was quite excited abt their new album b4 it was even out. I am quite a FIR fan.. u guys shld noe..lolz.. But after QC-ing the whole album, i am a tad disappointed. Their first album are still so much better den those tat comes after it. geezz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Shopping &lt;/span&gt;- I wanna get another aviator (it's a type of sunglasses btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/aviators.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Btw, forever 21 sells really cheap sunglasses.. ladies can have a look there. Ironic it is cos the clothes are so freaking ex.. but the sunglasses are so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri I couldnt turn up for the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SA5 ACJ class outing&lt;/span&gt; at Chijmes! damn.. due to unforeseen circumstances. So I went for&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Jon's bdae party&lt;/span&gt; anywayz. My stomach was freaking bloated with pizza, drinks and chocolate cakes (YUMz though). And the guys keep forcing me to drink.. as though it's my bdae.. I cant drink cos the bdae party is at East Coast.. and I have to go back on my own.. hello.. haiz.. I remain obstinate and refuse to drink no matter wad.. lolz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115427608369351792?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115427608369351792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115427608369351792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/hitted-argument-appeased-by-movie-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115337877539684516</id><published>2006-07-20T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:59:35.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My rambling thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched this show "It started with a kiss". funny show. but something really dawn on me.. Why do guys realise that they like the girl only when the girl is being actively sought for by another guy? Is it jealousy that give rise to this real feeling or wad? or is it some man's dignity whereby he does not want to lose to the other guy? Now, who says gals are hard to understand..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115337877539684516?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115337877539684516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115337877539684516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-rambling-thoughts-ive-watched-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115315168351085869</id><published>2006-07-17T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:04:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Convo Picture Link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="redlinkmedium" href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m99/mich_eng/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m99/mich_eng/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;password: mich_convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still alot of people whom i have not take with! grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115315168351085869?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115315168351085869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115315168351085869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-convo-picture-link-https102.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115280947494083656</id><published>2006-07-14T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:35:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this article in the NUS HOOKED magazine. hahahah.. uber true.. ahhahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Keeping An Eye for a Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Written by Nurashikah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is the place for mugging and socialising- the latter, of course, being a less boring activity. Countless people have also claimed that university is the best time to look for one's future spouse- although the idea is a little overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, where else in your life can you meet thousands of other educated singles with rather bright futures? As a friend majoring in Economics once commented about the abundance of potential so-called future suitors in NUS, ‘The market is very good indeed. The supply and demand are fabulous.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compiled below is a short list of how to make full use of your daily NUS life for gals to meet guys. Warning: Quantity is abundant although the quality is subject to personal preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lectures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a classic location for guy-spotting, of course. Hands up if you've scanned lecture halls thoroughly during the start of each semester, hoping that you'll have at least one eye-candy to motivate you to come for lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once confessed that a certain Eurasian guy in her sociology lecture keeps her awake during those lull-inducing moments in the lecture. Now who says it's shallow to look out for eye candies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Taking modules from other faculties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being adventurous enables you to meet so many interesting people. An Arts friend who has a thing for intelligent guys actually takes modules in the Medicine faculty just so she gets to know the future doctors of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;She's hitting the Law faculty next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tutorials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you are lucky, you get a good-looking tutorial mate as well as a cute tutor or teaching assistant. Tutorials are great because you can get to know your tutorial mates a little better if any one of them strikes your fancy.&lt;br /&gt;And the trick is to sit near the object of your admiration during tutorials- just in case the tutor wants you to form project groups and we all know that most of us just pick the people sitting around us to be in our group. If you play it right, you get to work very closely together with that guy you fancy for the whole semester. Now, if that does not motivate you to work hard, you are beyond help, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Through a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is self-explanatory. If you know a friend who has been hogging a number of good-looking guys as friends, ask her to introduce them to you and share the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In the Central Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (during exam periods)&lt;br /&gt;The Central Library is especially fabulous during exam periods because everybody seems to be crammed in there to mug. You get to see all sorts of people and survey the field for eye candies. Quite a relief for one's eyes after staring at the lecture notes for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Co-curricular activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is, by far, the best method to meet guys. You get to have fun, you commit to something you are interested in and you are in a rather stress-free environment. Besides, bonds formed through CCAs are stronger than bonds formed between tutorial mates- hence, it's a great way to meet people.&lt;br /&gt;So, people, join a CCA today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing solely on school work can be rather mundane and little things are needed to spice up our school life a little- because it's refreshing to pay attention to lighthearted issues at times. Hence, it is completely legal for you guys or gals to indulge in eye candies- no matter how frivolous some of you may think it is, because there is indeed, nothing wrong with having a bit of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115280947494083656?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115280947494083656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115280947494083656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-saw-this-article-in-nus-hooked.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115271969236631714</id><published>2006-07-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:54:52.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONVO! COMMENCEMENT 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hell of a ceremony - dressing up like Harry Potter, shaking Dumbledore's hands.. ahhah..&lt;br /&gt;Ydae afternoon, the weather was horrible. It was raining and I was like "Gosh, I;m so gonna get drenched and i am wearing white... if drenched.. den it's really OMG! Anyhow, upon reaching UCC, butterflies were all gathering in my stomach.. It was more of really exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Eugene first, and den the rest starts coming in.. We got into our robes and the ladies inside the robing room.. They were helping me out - adjusting the robe, tucking my hair behind the ears etc.. I feel like a princess haaahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone caught us, and asked us to do an interview. So we went for it thinking tat it is juz some normal interview. But hell no, it turns out to be a LIVE interview. So freaky. I was panicking cos it is about time to go in and I haven got my cap on.. The guys didnt have to worry cos they dun need to put hairpins and all to hold the cap in place.  We did the interview, and as usual going against our heart by giving politically right answers.  "What is the most memorable thing in NUS?" wad a Hurhur qns rite..hhaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, den we check into the hall holding our attendance sheet. I tell u, this attendance sheet is damn funny.. Basically there is a barcode at the attendance sheet, so prior to going to stage, we have to SCAN this barcode so that your name will appear on the screen.. Wad does it sounds like? quick quick.. make a guess to see if great minds think alike..... it is so NTUC.. hahah.. scanning barcode...  1 X Michele Eng.. hahaahha.. $10.. ahhaahha.. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, den we juz shake the hand of this guy (apparently I never see him before, and i derno who he is) ahahhahah.. so ya.. so shake den pose for picture.. After which we have to go to the back stage to get the real degree scroll.. hehe.. tat's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. did i mention James' applause was the loudest. hahahha.. unbelievable. hahahah. actually not because he was famous.. but because he is the last person of the presentation. hahahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath of the ceremony is juz taking lots and lotsa pics.. hahhah.. so fun! hahah. But i have yet to take wif other frens.. I dun wan my parents to wait too long and everyone is everywhere. SO messy. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa pics. i think i;ll set up a portal and u guys can just view from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115271969236631714?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115271969236631714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115271969236631714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/convo-commencement-2006-it-was-hell-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115167700526617996</id><published>2006-06-30T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:16:45.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 87% Female, 13% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the brain of a girly girl&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't a bad thing at all&lt;br /&gt;You're emphatetic, caring, and in tune with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;You're a good friend and give great advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg... i am a girly girl.. wahhahahha.. I always tot i have a little bit of male instincts cos i can understand my guy frens quite well too.. wahhahhha.. oh well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115167700526617996?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115167700526617996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115167700526617996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-brain-is-87-female-13-male-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115107916479036543</id><published>2006-06-24T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:12:44.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The episode on Strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers. We were strangers. Then our paths crossed and we met. Our life changes from then on. We became more than frens. Unforeseen circumstances happen and we have to part. One left, the other remains. Both carry the same memories and glad that they constitute to an important part of each other's life. Now, the one who left came back and turn the other's life unside down. Bedazzled. That torch of love still shines - no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophical huh.. yup.. got some inspirations somehow. So i thought i translate these inspirations to words. Doesnt really mean anything.. it's juz an inspirational piece of bloggin episode. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my commencement is on 11 July. hehe. gonna collect my gown on thurs. done quite a lot of catching-up lately.. so nice to talk abt each other's life while sipping ur coffee and people watching simultaneously. life is wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur..(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115107916479036543?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115107916479036543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115107916479036543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/episode-on-strangers-strangers.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-115056503253166022</id><published>2006-06-18T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:23:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopping rox but killssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.. today is a sinful day! i went ktv, shopping, brownie-ing cum mudpie-ing and den finally movie-ing.. yup all in one day, u heard me right! hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ktv was ok.. the aftermath of it was kinda bad cos now my throat seems to be getting abit sore.. pls pls.. dun let it get the better of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway den head to shop.. omg....... great singapore sales really is ripping my money off. I spent alot with the mindset tat i will be taking my SPH pay very soon.. wad a bad thinking.. darn.. i juz succumb to it.. oh damn me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this 30hrs netball marathon outside PS! awwwwwwwwwwwwww....... bring back so much memories.. i wanna play netball!! the excuberant youth those netballers possess is really admirable.. and i recalled being one of them back den.. though those nostalgic vibe are pouring in right now, i dun wanna admit i am old! hahahahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield is UBER funny! hahahah. was holding my tummy, and laughin when i was watching the show. ahhahah.. it kinda change my mindset about cats.. haha... kinda short film though.. 78mins..hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went coffee club.. oh man.. the mudpie my fren is having is so yummy! i was marvelling at it earlier - wad a wonderful thing life can be if u juz sit by the cafe and devour the mudpie.... awwwwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway damn tired after a hard day.. gotta head slump onto my bed now.. ciao ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-115056503253166022?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115056503253166022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/115056503253166022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/shopping-rox-but-killssssssssssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114938867916128194</id><published>2006-06-04T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:37:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum kinda drags me up this morning to go for a run at the Bukit Batok Nature Reserve.. Feels damn gd after the run.. But after the run, we head for breakfast.. damn.. defeat the purpose of running.. but screw it la.. hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den back home, flip my Sunday Times and saw something damn funny.. There's this NUS Biz School advertisement airing on TV currently.. den the papers were talking abt it.. haha.. seriously when i first saw the ad, i was like OMG, does NUS have to resort to such TACTICS to attract freshmen? Things like cute guys in biz school is erm.. quite a mispresentation to begin with.. hahahha.. sheesh.. not tat there isnt any.. but the way the ad put really makes me goes "HUR HUR"!.. haha.. u noe wad i mean.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den the papers said tat the ad was shot in woodlands.. hahaha.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American gal in the ad was leafing through letters from University of Pennsylvania's Wharton, MIT Sloan and other schools.. and their ranking are like so high up as compared to NUS.. And the gal in the ad squeal in delight at the acceptance letter from NUS... ahahha.. Tell me, given all these choices, which one will u choose man? hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun get me wrong,  i aint demeaning NUS biz school.. Biz sch has probably the most interesting modules around.. I love lessons there... And the students in NUS are pretty brilliant, and on par with those overseas. But i still love the States.. ahhahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.. Saw my friend or my fren's ex in the SMU ad.. ahhah.. aaron tan.. ahhah.. he has been wronged man.. seriously.. i was gasping at the wrong label they gave him: He was from NP but the ad proclaim that he was from NYP.. whahaha.. and the degree title is spelt wrongly.. gosh.. hahha.. System to systHems.. ahhah.. gee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later my day will be spent shopping wif mummy.. and tmr is back to work again.. blardy far.. haiz.. gonna watch more shows in YouTube right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114938867916128194?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114938867916128194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114938867916128194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/sunday-morning-mum-kinda-drags-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114926486923740952</id><published>2006-06-03T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:14:29.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for the absence of postings.. damn tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of my current life:&lt;br /&gt;Working temp in SPH, hanging out wif frens, watching lotsa idol dramas and english dramas.., looking for jobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's abt it! Short and sweet huh.. lolz. ciao ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114926486923740952?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114926486923740952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114926486923740952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry-for-absence-of-postings.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114744710720718259</id><published>2006-05-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:40:30.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life of an unemployed wanderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.. It's me. I hate blogging nowadays.. even reading pple's blog is such a drag.. muahhah&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yup spent the whole of last week going out -&lt;br /&gt;Mon - KTV with Pw, Samuel, Lenco, and Weiliang&lt;br /&gt;Tues - Shopping with Ruying&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Hanging with jc peeps at Zouk, Phuture&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - Shopping with Constance&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Went out (shucks dun remember with who)&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Went out also&lt;br /&gt;Sun as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week.. screw the damn sore throat.. I have been at this since Sunday! lousy antibodies.. can u work faster and more efficiently!! Now it is still painful! damn angry! Cos i am supposed to go for ktv and bbq today!!! WTH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only am i down with sore throat, i had eye infection also.. derno where tat came from man.. it's like i have been rubbing my eyes and all and i dun usually get infected.. i derno y this time round my eyes got infected! damn wadduh.. feel heartache for my dad's hard-earned money juz to get me back to the pink of health again.. darn.. so angry! I cant believe i am staying at home in a battle with those bacteria/virus! damn crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on monday we took many pictures in school for some school magazine tat Jon is super hypered up abt!&lt;br /&gt;there u go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/CIMG2495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Computing lab&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/CIMG2497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Outside SOC1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/CIMG2504.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;University Hall 1 outside Spinnelli&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/CIMG2505.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;University Hall 2 - tat fountain behind is made using my dad's hard-earned money!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/CIMG2511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jump Shot - Take 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/CIMG2506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jump Shot - Take 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/CIMG2515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jump Shot - Take 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/CIMG2516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sanjay finally smiled! *gasped*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/CIMG2518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last not not least..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea.. still waiting for my fren to send me zouk's pic.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s. My week is not too made.. thanks to those overseas calls from dearie..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My new made friends 1. junyi said i look like JADE SEAH 2. Weiliang said i look like Jocie Guo.. *fainted* Can i look like maggie Q pls? hahahahh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway wanna intro u to this guy.. damn hot.. American Korean Blood.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/henry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114744710720718259?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114744710720718259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114744710720718259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-of-unemployed-wanderer-yep.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114632369625127612</id><published>2006-04-29T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:14:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I had my last paper today. Feels good cos no more exam stress or midnight oil to burn. But geez... y do i feel the pain when i noe tat i wouldnt be going to school, no eye candies to look out for, no rushing for lectures... exhaustive list.. but ya.. wad i meant was the "student" feeling is gone.. I like going for lecture, going library to mug, making friends in a new module. The mere thought of such things and tat i wont be able to do it anymore, SUCKS .. BIG TIME... awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to look for job now. tat sux too. imaging fighting wif graduates from NTU, SMU, and ya.. the various polys for tat matter. yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.. Y i am not easily satisfied?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114632369625127612?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114632369625127612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114632369625127612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/04/graduate-yup-i-had-my-last-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114477070252964325</id><published>2006-04-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:51:42.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Day of GEK1030&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/P1000230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me, Ian, Freddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/P1000231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Chua, Me, Freddy, Nick, Ian, Freddy, Huang Rong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope to get A for this module. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Know 2 other interesting guys in this class.. part of the "wrong crowd". damn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114477070252964325?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114477070252964325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114477070252964325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-day-of-gek1030-me-ian-freddy-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114347530676852659</id><published>2006-03-27T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:01:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attracting the wrong crowd once again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of life. Busy schedule, scary proj deadlines, but wad can be worse den attracting the wrong crowd. Damn sick of it. Always have to tell lies and deny to buzz them off, how much have i sinned alredi. I am in a very sad plight and for pple who noe me,  u wont think i am thick skin rite. i am juz venting my anger, and blaming wadever circumstances there are for landing me in such sorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114347530676852659?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114347530676852659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114347530676852659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/03/attracting-wrong-crowd-once-again-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114269609689988149</id><published>2006-03-18T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:27:32.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jason Mraz Concert @ The Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun! Everyone in the concert had fun as well. He was amazing funny and onz. Though this concert is more of a acoustic version, it sounds as great. He prepped it up with lotsa jokes. The crowd was good also. We managed to see Jamie Yeo and Glenn Ong, together with other Perfect 10 deejays and Bernard Lim and Fiona Xie. hurhur.. Aint sure y they are hanging out wif each other.. I thought he was married or something? Beats me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apologies for the dark photos. No Camera/ any form of digital recording devices are allowed in there. But damn the rules, other people are taking and u can see this wave of flashlights from all over the "durian shell" ( i meant the concert hall). His dressing is so so so simple. An OP shirt + jeans. The other guy has dreadlocks hair - he is damn funny.. He is playing with that drum thingy, and his hair is so long and of course when he gets high, he played the drums vigoriously and his hair swings its way to the front, without any mercy. lolz.. He, effortlessly and synchronisely, beat the drum and "whack" his hair back.. I am so so impressed. lolz..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway the concert was 2 hrs. After about 1 hrs and 40 mins, he tricked us into believing tat it was his last songs. many were shocked. All begin to stand on their feet, applause was nonchalant. I surmise the applause was at least 15 mins long. Den he came and said "tat was really nice. U noe in every concert, they do this so that the performing artisties can go to the toilet." We all broke into laughter. There are some funny people who shouted "Jason, wave to me!!" hahaha.. and Jason mraz couldnt figure out wad she was saying, and misinterpreted it as 'wed to me" hahah.. oh well.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The concert finally comes to an end. He didnt perform all the famous songs as wad peiwen claims. But I thought it was good enuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, we went to Makansutra for dinner. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSC00626.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSC00629.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0004.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSCI0007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSC00624.jpg" border="0" /&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;We forgot to take a group pic, cos the pics above kinda missed out Corrinne and Lotus.. haiz.. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114269609689988149?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114269609689988149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114269609689988149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/03/jason-mraz-concert-esplanade-i-had-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114118375550124602</id><published>2006-03-01T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:29:15.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Career Quiz. Try this. Probably will be enable to determine ur career path. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goldmansachs.com/careers/index.html"&gt;http://www.goldmansachs.com/careers/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/quiz.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114118375550124602?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114118375550124602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114118375550124602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/03/career-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114113510753348786</id><published>2006-02-28T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:28:07.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PMS GUYS.. totally spoil my whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun care. Let me be unglam for this post. I wanna let off my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS Guy A: This friend of mine (only a fren.. No chance at all to be more den frens lor.. not my type), he is freaking nice to me most of the time. Juz went out with him last sat cos he said he still owe me a bdae present. Yup, and he helped me finished my part for tutorial. Yup nice rite. But beyond those angelic acts, the demonic side of him begin to surface. Scenario 1: During CS3266 lecture, i asked them (PMS guy and aaron) if they wanna go down to grab a bite during the break. He freaking tell me "huh, u wan to go down, are u crazy, do u noe how impt this chapter is?" I was like "wth, i am going down to grab a bite, and will come back for lecture". Furthermore it was breaktime. Wah. so angry. Feel like kicking his ass so BADLY!&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2: ok, lesson's over and we head to the bus stop to take the bus back - he taking the bus back to hall, while i am taking the bus to LT7a. So yes, same bus stop, u see. When their bus came, i wave to them (him and aaron) goodbye. And he freaking ignore me. So i was super HOT inside, so i shouted loudly - "Bye aaron!!" Den PMS guy looked at me, and I TURNED away. CANT BE BOTHERED ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3: After CS3251 class today, we met at the same bus stop again. I was with Eugene. He freaking ignore me and walk around the bus stop. Fwah. Again lor. So i said bye to him den went off.. complaining to eugene abt it. Eugene agreed with me, askin me why is he liddat! I explained with lotsa bottled anger!&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 4: I asked him on msn "why are u in bad mood today?" den he tells me that "No wad i am normal and he use alot of ?" Wah. Now my blood is boiling real bad. Feel like slapping him straight at his face&lt;br /&gt;How can he be such an ass by PMS-ing me when he is in foul mood. Excuse me, i didnt do anything wrong. So u jolly well go and wake urself up. I am not ur maid who is thrown around at. Blardy show me attitude and all. He think he is some damn smart or cool dude. no man. I treat him as a fren and i dun wanna make an enemy. seriously, i may be suffering hypertension cos of this! Mad beyond words! My day is alredi bad, and he still PMS me. WAh.. GRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS Guy 2: Wah, i seriously think one post is enuff to kill me. My blood pressure is freaking high now, i can feel it. Anymore recollections of those irritating event by these 2 pms guys will kill me! so i will update next time ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pple, juz ignore my woes. So i am letting everything off here. Btw, i aint PMS-ing cos it aint the time yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114113510753348786?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114113510753348786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114113510753348786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/02/pms-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-114016153528618651</id><published>2006-02-17T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:37:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Cafe Cartel, 22nd Birthday Bash at Club Momo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. haven been updating my blog for quite a while. I;m lazy and busy.. haiz.. sad life.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ate so much stuff at Cafe Cartel. I being to detest Cafe Cartel food cos it is mainly fried food with lotsa flour rather den the real food. Let the photos replace my post.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/theb4nafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/theb4nafter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Food- Before and After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/US.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/US.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us. (Fendy not in the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Momo was quite empty around 10pm. It became crowded ard 12 plus. The most terrifying scene which me, Feli and Kath witness is a transvetite with an adam apple pole dancing away. Fwah, super gross out! I dun even wanna recall to explain more abt this scene. totally send chill down my spine! Oh ya, it's Kath's virgin trip to the club! whahahah.. Den she seems so bored. Lolz.. Poor thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSC00373.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Outside Momo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuda and his frens dropped by Momo from Hooters. Really appreciated the chocolates and Vodka Vanilla. In the club they still order whisky. Still trying to get me drunk.. But i stay strong and still. wahhahah.. I haven got the pics from him as yet, so i cant upload u see. gee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/DSC00374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                              Me n Yuda ( I look freaking ugly!)&lt;br /&gt;Met up wif PM frens on Sat. Had lunch and some shopping. Sunday i am supposed to meet AC frens but I realised it is the last day of CNY, so i have to cancel it off as i have family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks for the TWO TWO birthday. haiz.. OLD AR!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-114016153528618651?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114016153528618651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/114016153528618651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/02/cafe-cartel-22nd-birthday-bash-at-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113927957912919571</id><published>2006-02-07T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:32:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Club Momo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/03-02-06_2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/03-02-06_2109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo has really nice toilets. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt; plated toilet bowel cover. (as illustrated) and lotsa sofa places. So unlike typical toilet like Zouk.. chey.. so boring. Went there wif Dann and his frens. Some pageant thingy going on. The pageant guys are quite hot, very much cuter den the gals man. even Dann think so too. We went on invitation so we don;t have to queue and stuff. We didnt really get to stay long cos' next morning both of us have classes. So ya.. Marcus (2nd eye candy) didnt come though. Anyway, he is abt to get attached. Heard tat there;s some religion problems going on between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;religion problems&lt;/span&gt;.. i think it will be the most sickening problem tat can ever happen in a relationship.. cos u derno whether to opt for ur religious rights or to give in and follow ur partner's religion, for that matter. So yucks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113927957912919571?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113927957912919571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113927957912919571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/02/club-momo-momo-has-really-nice-toilets.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113785854358550003</id><published>2006-01-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:49:03.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;22nd Birthday Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be thickskin.. I dun give a damn..waaahahaahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Levi's Jeans - I think my Uni frens buyin..&lt;br /&gt;2. Big angbao with loads of money $$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun have any other things in mind as yet. I think money is the best.. whahahah. so that i can buy wadeva i wan to buy as and when i see something tat caught my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113785854358550003?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113785854358550003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113785854358550003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/01/22nd-birthday-wishlist-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113734681914586468</id><published>2006-01-16T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:47:43.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Funkamania 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah.. Hiphop dances, breakdancing, flat stomaches of the dancers and screaming crowds. That's wad i gathered from Funkamania last nite. I met up wif Dann.. and Dann has many Cultural Activities Club frens who are the organisers for this event. So we get sorta VIP seats very near to the stage area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw pple like Kelly Poon, Shan Wee. Shan is FREAKING TALL.. and Kelly is FREAKING SKINNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/14-01-06_2036.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;       Not very clear cos it was taken fr a camera phone. but make do wif it will ya.. lolz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, there was this aunties that keep nudging me from the back, which makes me wonder wad's wrong wif them.. Initially, i tot woah wad funky aunties probably too engrossed in cheering until they accidentally hit me. Den i realised they wanted me to call their daughter (who is one of the contestants). Grrrr.. hit me so hard.. scary.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway it was fun watching hiphop dances.. So cool man. It was an experience watching Funkamania. After that, hunger pangs strikes and we head to Macs for food. and that conclude my Hiphop-nite.. Or did i mention b4 tat Dann wanted to watch this RVHS anniversary concert at UCC.. I was taken aback man.. Cos i cannot imagine myself watching little secondary sch kids performing.. lolz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Earlier ydae, i went to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hilton Hotel&lt;/span&gt; to listen to this seminar on Masters in Science (Information Systems) by NTU. I was devastated to know that they will only be accepting abt 80 pple (40 part time, 40 full time) for this coming intake. And when i see the type of audiences in this seminar, i kinda ponder whether i shld take it. The pple there are quite of age, and this means less motivation to go to school. Please, pple even bring kids along. Omg.. The tea break was FANTASTIC. I shld have taken pictures down. But i was so engrossed with the food - xiao long bao, melted cheese crossiants, raisins round crossiants. woot.. I gotta sit down and think whether i am up to this masters program or not. Can kill.. noe wad i mean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh days before, the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;biatch gang met up for dinner&lt;/span&gt;. Dinner is on the house..courtesy by Fendy. lolz.. Den Phoebe decided to take &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Neoprints&lt;/span&gt;. Woah.. I was against the idea cos it is so secondary school thingy.. But we had fun in the end.. actually the fun was stimulated by the machines.. cos we have to move really quick so that we can get unique poses each time. Or sometimes the machine juz give u weird curtains which refuses to go up and halt ur photo-processing process.. geez. wad a bummer.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/11-01-06_1835.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                    Funny pic feat. Me, Phoes, Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/scan0002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                         Dont we look juz super-FAIR?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phoes is the only one who interact wif the Neoprint machines. Cos we dun understand a single jap word that machine display.. lolz.. Doesnt matter, in the end, we all have FUN - That;s wad most impt i guess!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING SOON (11th Feb)!&lt;/span&gt; 22nd.. FREAKING OLD! grrrrr &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, to fill u guys in abit, i register with blogger 2 years ago in 2004 on my birthday. So i guess that makes my blog 3 years old. Tat was fast! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113734681914586468?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113734681914586468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113734681914586468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/01/funkamania-2006-woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113716402988675596</id><published>2006-01-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:47:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My GEK1030 module&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz a normal day. Have to drag myself outta bed juz to go for the 9am class. Arrange to meet Ian at the biz canteen to check out the classroom for the module. And I bum into Dann in the canteen, we said hi and bye in a haste to rush for class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the few early birds, so we chat wif the lecturer abt the module and stuff.. Asking usual stuff like "can i score for this module. yada yada.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the students came in one by one.. and guess who i SAW!?!?!?!?!?! My bus eye candy. it was so omg! i was in total awe. den i msg my frens! hahah.. The module is interactive so we got to noe one another's names really quick. And viola, i even noe where he stays. ahhaha. in woodlands ar.. hahahah.. Now that i recall.. erm.. Feli's bf also stays in Woodlands, so is Xiu's bf. hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i dun quite labelled him as my eye candy anymore.. hahahah. Feli said i am fickle-minded.. haha. my other frens laughed. He doesnt seem as attractive as b4..*shrugs* Peiwen saw him before (though not very clearly), she juz said he's ok. I guess it's based on different person's own discretion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really very coincidental until i couldnt believe wad i juz saw when he came into the class. That's all for a fruitful day. lolz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113716402988675596?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113716402988675596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113716402988675596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-gek1030-module-juz-normal-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113695160556720465</id><published>2006-01-11T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:53:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am so FREAKING PISSED.. I am going to have a B.F.(BItch fit or something)". aaahahha. damn funny.. the show is so hilarious.. But my fren vcd does not have the uncensored parts. lolz.. omg.. So funny. School started on Monday.. And i alredi thinkin of which language to take. hope i can have a blessed and happy last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alredi done wif my CNY clothes. Thank God. So now I am going to save money so that i can go for another round of holiday trip wif my frens this coming June. I wanna go HK - if u are talking abt Asia only. Of course i prefer going US! ahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i foresee that i wont be blogging much from now on since the school has alredi started and seriously i am going to be extremely busy. grr. tat sux.  till den tataz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113695160556720465?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113695160556720465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113695160556720465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/01/white-chicks-i-am-so-freaking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113655963342039913</id><published>2006-01-06T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:00:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates on outings b4 sch reopen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, i went out wif Willie.. yup... to Kbox. We &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt; and sing and sing.. until they chased us away. He sounds like Andy Lau, Jacky Cheung and Bon Jovi! woot.. ya.. scaringly true.. He said his voice can captivate many. I'm like.. erm.. ok.. hahaha.. It holds some truth though (give him the benefit of the doubt la huh.. lolz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we head to play &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;pool&lt;/span&gt;.. I play so badly now.. my shifu is going to kill me! But at least i won him sometimes.. he is quite gd actually.. nv give chance at all. maybe he did but i didnt realise. lolz. Den i head back home early cos i'm was anticipating for my Korean show - Lovers in Paris. *grinz* and yea.. at nite Grey's Anatomy (my fave show right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ydae&lt;/span&gt; I trim my hair in the morning. Den in the afternoon, i went to collect my glasses. And damn.. was freaking 1 hrs late. My frens were fuming.. hahah.. aiya. sorry la.. After that, we (SK, Yuda and me) head to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gelare&lt;/span&gt;.. Ate ice-cream! my fave!! Chocolate Overload and some peppermt ice cream. Me and Yuda shared one and SK ate a cone, entirely hers. *yummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we walk and chat and chill... Until SK said she gotta head off. So me and Yuda went to town.. My mission to town was to find things to buy in Isetan.. i am left wif &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10 bucks of Isetan voucher&lt;/span&gt;. I HAVE NO IDEA WAD TO BUY! 10 bucks is like such a small sum of money.. wad to spend on? It is expiring this mth.. sianed.. Maybe i;ll head to town wif Phoes to clear it - once and for all! grr.. Then we head to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cafe Cartel&lt;/span&gt;.. When yuda asked me to decide where for dinner i shld have juz decided.. but my brain dun really feel like functioning so yea i give him the chance to decide. Then he said Cafe Cartel (i still haven got over the not-very-nice brownies fr NYE visit to Cafe Cartel). I had this Chicken with spaghetti.. I dun remember the name cos it is too long. It wasnt too bad.. Quite tasty. i took it cos it says  "Chef's Recommends".. hehe.. Yuda has tat Porkchop - a very big serving! He said dun ever go Olio Dome cos the food there is so freaking ex and small serving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sch is reopening on monday&lt;/span&gt;! my classes is from 4pm - 6pm, den 6pm to 9pm. geeeeeezzzz.. hate sch.. pls.. give me more cute guys in lecture to see.. ahhahha.. so sick and tired of the lack-of-cute-guys days for the past 2.5 years in NUS! grrrrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113655963342039913?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113655963342039913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113655963342039913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/01/updates-on-outings-b4-sch-reopen-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113622019311763456</id><published>2006-01-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:43:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet up with Rachelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachelle has a good life. Travel from one part of the planet to the other (Chile to Argentina to Africa). Life is exciting for her huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, we did some catching up and ya.. she told me abt her happenings in the foreign land. I'm impressed wif them, obviously. However, she did something .. erm Himm. very naughty. Haiz.. Guess sometimes love is blind. No &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;flamboyance&lt;/span&gt; here involved. it juz happens.. So we concluded that both of us are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;not committed to rships&lt;/span&gt;.. and as sad as it may sound - it sux.. cos pple will think we are some playgirl.. but we aint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we chatted alot. Talking from her trip to my trip, den we continue blabbering about old frens back in Philip Morris and how awesome their staff benefit is! haiz.. miss tat place.. and of course i miss the person-who-steal-my-motorola-phone there too.. I wonder how is he/she.. grr... *so MAD!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we head to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Waraku Japanese Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; at Marina Square for our Katsu Don and Curry Katsu Don. Nice! Let the pictures speak for itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/Collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/Collage1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our happy face again.. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113622019311763456?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113622019311763456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113622019311763456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/01/meet-up-with-rachelle-rachelle-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113621564328342639</id><published>2006-01-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:18:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Eve. Now, the initial plan is this: Meet June's frens (the only guy in our group has this super boyish look...), chill out, watch firework and then movie. Like the cliche goes: Plan is subject to change. And indeed it changed. Coffee Club close really early (which I thought was a very unstrategic move - with the perfect view to watch the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt;, imagine how much money they can earn if there were to open till late.. but too bad.. ). So we head to the overhead bridge and Felicia saw her ever-favorite Hippo Bus and started calling her ex-colleagues. As for me, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;cliche-yet-thoughtful new year messages&lt;/span&gt; started to stream in to avoid the 00.00 hrs rush. As always the telephone service will always reassure their loyal customers that they have alredi given room to avoid any possibility of a network jam. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den the princess started to show symptoms of a pregnant woman by saying that she wanted to eat CHAI CHEE's Pork Noodle. Listen.. only Chai Chee.. no place for discussion. So she called her ever-faithful Dino to drive her down. Aint she fortunate!!! But too bad. The cliche begins to take effect: Plans are subject to change. So Dino wasnt given a role in Kath's Countdown to 2006 chronicles. lolz... 3 of us head down to&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt; Orchard&lt;/span&gt;. 2 words. BLARDY CROWDED! So many erm-u-noe-who la. I cant say it out. aiya.. juz ask me personally. lolz.. Anyway, going to Orchard on a NYE is like a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;big narrow escape&lt;/span&gt;. We were&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;squirming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;around to avoid being attacked by the spray which inconsiderate pple sprayed.. Though it can be fun. But tat NYE nite, i dun like it. So me, Feli and Kath were mindful wif the pple around us. Kath vow to whack the person if they attack us. Who's joining her? Oh yes, hands up from Me and Felicia. We DARE u man! So we head to Cine for the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;LAST SUPPER of 2005&lt;/span&gt;.. wahhahahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine has this countdown party or something. And i guess Cine's clock is abit retarded cos the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Cine-partygoers&lt;/span&gt; started to countdown when it was alredi 5 mins past 00.00 hrs. S.L.O.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last supper contains of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/collageNYE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/collageNYE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea. Brownies, Carbonara, Wedges. Carbonara quite gd.. brownies get abit gross after a while. And den it became this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/leftover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/leftover.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the picture and the leftovers and no-leftovers on the plate, u can kinda figure out if Cafe Cartel is lying when they said "Chef's Recommendation".. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having the last supper, as always Kath our dearest friend's ever-faithful guy number 2 Mr Aaron Tan drove us &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome man. Too bad, our chiongster June missed it cos she was in Clarke Quay..HAPPENING ehh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how i spent my NYE. *smilez* and this is our &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;happy faces&lt;/span&gt;. (we didnt took pictures at harborfront though.. haiz.. wasted). We missed Constance and Phoes who couldnt join us tat day.. sighz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/collageNYE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/collageNYE2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;give me a great 2006&lt;/span&gt;. A great job and happening events.. Btw, i wanna thanks Yuda for asking me to their house party (sorry couldnt help out wif ur G&gt;B project.. waahahah) and to fellow clubbers who ask me to go dblO or MOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : i can be as detailed as Felicia too! haahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113621564328342639?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113621564328342639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113621564328342639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2006/01/nye-new-year-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113579111657004588</id><published>2005-12-29T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:07:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Cousins outing today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fabulous dinner cum movie session cum supper today! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt; was awesome! Young Peter is cute.. lolz.. I'll update the pics asap.. hehe.. my cell phone is too far away, and tat probably explain y i didnt attach the pics together wif this post.. lazy.. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/28-12-05_2221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/28-12-05_2221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 The Act Cute one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        vs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/1600/cousins2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/348/320/cousins2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                The much tame one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;eye checkup &lt;/span&gt;today. My eyesight has worsen. Damn.. So means.. i am so going to practice the after-every-30mins-eye-rest regime! Hate it man! Tot it has stabilised at this age.. Must be COMPUTING, making me face the comp 247! grrr.. I hate those pple wif perfect eyesight.. grrr.. lolz.. The optician (which happen to be Rach and Bec's uncle) said i bear more than a passing resemblance to my mum.. lolz.. erm.. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh coincidentally i met Keyou and another batch of Uni frens.. small world.. and i saw Dann and Marcus modelling agency next to the optical shop.. wah..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;huh.. yea.. tell me abt it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Breakout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;recently.. ewwwww.... Should i try proactiv solution.. The advertisement seems real convincing.. oh well the price is freaking ex.. grr.. i dun wanna eat antibotics, tat;s for sure.. dilemma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz msged Xiu abt &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;New Year's Eve Celebration&lt;/span&gt;. hmm.. last year we went dblO.. aint sure the plan for this year. I dun mind hitting the club again.. simply chilling out sounds fun. Gals have a lot of things to talk abt la.. hhehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Bidding period&lt;/span&gt; - Derno wad modules to take.. Cracking my head choosing Arts GEM! I wanna find a module tat is useful and yet i can score on it. Final sem. Hate this bidding selection period. Also, bidding means i have to stay at home to monitor the bidding process so i wont be outbidded.. Dun u juz hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go MOS today. Since i figure it might juz be the last &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;clubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;session (other den the NYE countdown) for this holidays b4 heading back to school on the 9th. So i surmise last wed's Phuture may juz be the last for me. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Sux big time. I hate sch.. No motivation.. No cute guys.. Lotsa work.. Pressure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep.. tataz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113579111657004588?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113579111657004588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113579111657004588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2005/12/cousins-outing-today-had-fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113513261220277645</id><published>2005-12-21T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:36:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the URL to our Thailand Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/d112/thailandn4gals"&gt;http://photobucket.com/albums/d112/thailandn4gals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Rui's mystery bag. hahhahaha.. Narrow Escape for the bag man! hahahahah.. remember the argument..&lt;br /&gt;Rui and Mich:No no.. Confirm 8 luggages...&lt;br /&gt;Airport Staff: No.. We "confame" it is 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAHAHH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113513261220277645?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113513261220277645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113513261220277645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-url-to-our-thailand-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113489606749755574</id><published>2005-12-18T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:00:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life.. Life.. Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As morbid as this post might sound, u gotta pardon me for this. Cos' i came to noe that my cousin's fren died in his sleep. Merely 27 years old and should be counting, his family found him dead in his bed. And mind u, he was perfectly normal and in the pink of health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case: Heard from one of my frens whose fren fell flat on his tummy while playing soccer. He was in coma but was later it became a permanent coma. And yea, as u may have guessed it, that same minute he was dead. Scary huh.. Sometimes, u really wonder y life can be so cryptic. He was juz a young man, alive and kicking, and then the next minute he was gone - in the blink of an eye. Sad as it may sound, that's life. That's y we gotta enjoy every single seconds u have, treasure ur family and those around u. And do wad u feel like doing, be it a daredevil or catwoman in any sense - juz treasure life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113489606749755574?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113489606749755574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113489606749755574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2005/12/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462041.post-113461690897000458</id><published>2005-12-15T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:25:43.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Phuture Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Phuture with James, SK, Jin Ting, Siding, Constance and their frens. Was great.. Except that there are so many pple.. and i saw Weihong as the bouncer.. erm.. aint tat sort of big, sturdy bouncers u see at the door.. He is more of those minors one.. hahahha.. and i must really said their suits look damn ugly... light brown.. uh huh.. u noe wad i mean.. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, it was fun. except that the dance floor was so packed that u can hardly move an inch. And it really sux! Music only becomes better at around 2am, ya tat's rite, the time that we are about to take off. Saw so many AC pple there, saw more of my juniors. The layout of Phuture is different as before as in the bartop is moved from the right to the left side of the room rite now. Chairs are definitely more unique rite now. Dance floor has finally expanded, though by a teeny weenie bit.. Thinking of the packed dance floor makes me think of those anoymous hands on my hips.. wth... grrr.. dun worry.. i did moved them away. Constance attempted to help me but to no avail. nvm.. wahhahaha.. Jean was feeling terrible after her last puff, maybe she is not used to that stick which her fren offered her. see.. smoking is bad.. ahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a 2-days hiatus away from the world and cuddle at home. Jon is alredi stressing me up by askin me which modules to take. yes.. tat sux man! it is a tad too early to decide. Maybe i will start deciding next week. hmm.. we'll see about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next episode of my fave drama serial is gonna be a month laterz! omg.. they can't do this to me! nvm, i still have OC and smallville to keep me company.. gee.. Y do i feel like i am whining? lolz.. wadeva. ahhahaa.. okie dokes. LATERZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone! *muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462041-113461690897000458?l=micheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113461690897000458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462041/posts/default/113461690897000458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheng.blogspot.com/2005/12/phuture-night-went-phuture-with-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Mich mich Mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07303749723217080586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/micheleeng/mich2JPG.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
