<?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-37558554</id><updated>2012-01-29T20:26:01.893+08:00</updated><category term='bytchy'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='taiwan trip'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Monday Blues'/><category term='geek'/><category term='GP teacher'/><category term='SecretAisle'/><category term='online shop'/><category term='market value'/><category term='Casual Monday'/><category term='Kbox'/><category term='Retail therapy'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Danshui'/><category term='full-of-shit'/><category term='getaway'/><category term='Bad girl'/><category term='sick'/><category term='emotional'/><category term='blogshop'/><category term='Bangs'/><category term='best debator'/><category term='Jian Hu Shan'/><category term='work'/><category term='Bored'/><category term='Great Singapore Sale'/><category term='university'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Michiology</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>484</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4067365267018007567</id><published>2012-01-27T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T01:18:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mcgknrvz6k/TyDzDKCP4wI/AAAAAAAACqM/avVOhlwZQBo/s1600/IMG-20120123-WA001-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mcgknrvz6k/TyDzDKCP4wI/AAAAAAAACqM/avVOhlwZQBo/s320/IMG-20120123-WA001-pola.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't as many "are you attached?" followed by "why are you not?" and "what's your plan after you graduate?" with "why did you choose engineering in the first place?" I've been answering the last question for the past 4 years so I'm really grateful that my relatives had finally come to the realisation that no matter how many times they ask me, my answer will always be the same. Maybe they'd already found my answers repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, I'd been talking to some of my relatives who came back from overseas for visiting. They are either working or studying there.&amp;nbsp;I've always been keen on relocating and I've been looking for job opportunities overseas too. Overseas job experience will definitely help in future job advancement but now I'm more interested in the thought of "living in another city" which I think is pretty romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also chatted up my cousins about their graduation trip (which was don't know how many donkey years ago). Mine is more or less settled. I'm joining my internship friends for a 14 days tour around Hong Kong and Taiwan. Actually, I'm still thinking about it. I still haven't really given up on the idea of backpacking in Aussie but dear lord I couldn't find anyone who's interested and I don't have the balls to do it alone. My cousins encouraged me to go backpacking, with friends of course. To them, Hong Kong and Taiwan are pretty much like a weekends retreat and I do share the same sentiment. But I believe that the companion is pretty important for trip like that and I rather miss it than to go with the wrong people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I still bear a teeny weeny bit of hope that either my friends would suddenly change their minds or some other friends would express interest in backpacking before I purchase the air ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/37558554-4067365267018007567?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4067365267018007567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4067365267018007567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mcgknrvz6k/TyDzDKCP4wI/AAAAAAAACqM/avVOhlwZQBo/s72-c/IMG-20120123-WA001-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8363887885724237497</id><published>2012-01-20T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:36:59.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an epic I-feel-that-I'm-pathetic moment</title><content type='html'>It sucks to wake up to an empty house with no food, not even bread, biscuits or instant noodle. I thank god when I found boiled water in the water dispenser. I can't imagine what it's like if I've to drink water directly from the tap though Singapore tap water is rather safe for consumption. Under normal circumstances, I won't complain or even flinch cos it's kind of a daily thing and I'm quite used to it. But not today. I'm feeling quite terrible from the flu. My nose is blocked, my taste buds are useless, I don't sound like myself and the thick phlegm is making it difficult for me to swallow. On top of that, I'm feeling the "nua-ness" cos by the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of person that love to have the whole house to myself. I can blast my choice of musics, sing as loudly as I want, do my&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;dance, read my thoughts out loud or walk around naked (just kidding!). But now, it'll be nice if there's someone to check on me, ask me if I'm feeling better, remind me to take my medicines, put the palm on my forehead to check if I'm having a fever (tho I've very sure I'm not). This is one of the moments when I feel that being single sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8363887885724237497?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8363887885724237497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8363887885724237497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-epic-i-feel-that-im-pathetic.html' title='This is an epic I-feel-that-I&apos;m-pathetic moment'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-2537954492006247611</id><published>2012-01-16T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:39:06.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal</title><content type='html'>Today marks the day where I officially get my ass off the couch and resume my life as per normal. All my tuitions have started and I'm already missing my lectures. Bravo! If there's anything I wanna do right for this semester, it's to be consistent with my school work. That's quite a challenge! As you might already know, my one and only aim now is to graduate on time regardless how I fare. I've spent way too much time to figure out that I've no absolute interest in engineering or anything to do with physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also realised perhaps I've taken too many tuitions this year. I almost forget that I'll be graduating in May and if everything goes smoothly, I'll be heading for my grad trip and diving myself into a full time job (hopefully it'll be something I like) after that. Oh wells, things will sort themselves out when time comes. Anyway, I could really use some extra cash for the first year as a fresh grad. I wanna clear my debt (school fee) as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-2537954492006247611?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2537954492006247611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2537954492006247611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-3200316129368909338</id><published>2012-01-05T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:53:32.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rn0qP1Xji9c/TwW5HimoihI/AAAAAAAACqE/1RV2IqXuYEc/s1600/IMG-20120105-00478-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rn0qP1Xji9c/TwW5HimoihI/AAAAAAAACqE/1RV2IqXuYEc/s320/IMG-20120105-00478-pola.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I choose now to fall sick. Few days to the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Maybe I'm&amp;nbsp;allergic&amp;nbsp;to school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-3200316129368909338?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3200316129368909338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3200316129368909338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-all-about-timing.html' title='It&apos;s all about timing'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rn0qP1Xji9c/TwW5HimoihI/AAAAAAAACqE/1RV2IqXuYEc/s72-c/IMG-20120105-00478-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4864424620559267238</id><published>2012-01-04T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:13:50.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged- Cathy Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msapZxo2J0o/TwQCUgkWKhI/AAAAAAAACp4/HsVWFXT7T0k/s1600/damaged.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msapZxo2J0o/TwQCUgkWKhI/AAAAAAAACp4/HsVWFXT7T0k/s400/damaged.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, a good book stirs emotions. That's why I prefer non-fiction (and my sister said that I'm boring). Nothing beats a vivid narration of an experience.&amp;nbsp;I teared more than a few times while reading &lt;i&gt;Damaged&lt;/i&gt;. And had to take a few breaks because it was too intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How broken could a child be? I could only try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-4864424620559267238?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4864424620559267238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4864424620559267238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2012/01/damaged-cathy-glass.html' title='Damaged- Cathy Glass'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msapZxo2J0o/TwQCUgkWKhI/AAAAAAAACp4/HsVWFXT7T0k/s72-c/damaged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-2861669609729662779</id><published>2012-01-04T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:38:21.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Seduction- Robert Greene</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"No one is born timid; timidity is a protection we develop. If we never stick our necks out, if we never try, we will never have to suffer the consequences of failure or success. If we are kind and&amp;nbsp;unobtrusive, no one will be offended- in fact we will seem saintly and&amp;nbsp;likeable. In truth, timid people are self-absorbed, obsessed with the way people see them, and not at all saintly. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-2861669609729662779?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2861669609729662779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2861669609729662779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2012/01/art-of-seduction.html' title='Art of Seduction- Robert Greene'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-1707610707994393954</id><published>2012-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:03:42.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, crappy 2011</title><content type='html'>It'd been an eventful year. I'd gone through more than what I did in my entire 22 years of life. They were both good and bad. No matter what I'm glad 2011 had come to an end. I hope 2012 will be a decent one. Oh wells, what can be worse. But then again, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing 2011 had left me with, it's becoming cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot to these people who keep me sane in 2011. I seriously have no idea what I'll do without them.&amp;nbsp;(I wanted to include a photo with WQ but for god's sake we din take ANY photo in 2011 though we hangout almost every week. He's a pretty good listener. Thanks for listening to all my craps!) Ever notice the older you become, the lesser friends you have? Maybe because it's harder to trust and open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcokqoi8vWM/Tv8RM-p2h_I/AAAAAAAACpU/uUn4VCtQAbU/s1600/296384_10150302379739998_739519997_7831474_1938897868_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcokqoi8vWM/Tv8RM-p2h_I/AAAAAAAACpU/uUn4VCtQAbU/s320/296384_10150302379739998_739519997_7831474_1938897868_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1gVqDDJx1U/Tv8RyHDQKRI/AAAAAAAACps/WQr6zzt8GEo/s1600/318301_10150357214429998_739519997_8133428_566791849_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1gVqDDJx1U/Tv8RyHDQKRI/AAAAAAAACps/WQr6zzt8GEo/s320/318301_10150357214429998_739519997_8133428_566791849_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPy0luUR-_M/Tv8Rvm2SgvI/AAAAAAAACpk/O1mozHOBJLo/s1600/IMG-20111230-WA006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPy0luUR-_M/Tv8Rvm2SgvI/AAAAAAAACpk/O1mozHOBJLo/s320/IMG-20111230-WA006.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1mYAm76xEjY/Tv8RPL2IAZI/AAAAAAAACpc/qGMaDRAgxd4/s1600/f819ef46d7803f4b36d2b94a9463f07d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1mYAm76xEjY/Tv8RPL2IAZI/AAAAAAAACpc/qGMaDRAgxd4/s320/f819ef46d7803f4b36d2b94a9463f07d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thanks a lot, my baby sister who behave much like the older one. Though I've been&amp;nbsp;criticising all your 2012 resolutions, I very much hope that you fulfil every bits of them. Winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, goodbye, crappy 2011! Bring it on, 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-1707610707994393954?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1707610707994393954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1707610707994393954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodbye-crappy-2011.html' title='Goodbye, crappy 2011'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcokqoi8vWM/Tv8RM-p2h_I/AAAAAAAACpU/uUn4VCtQAbU/s72-c/296384_10150302379739998_739519997_7831474_1938897868_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-598404998637825148</id><published>2011-12-27T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:44:38.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I've been living on credits ALL ALONG?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUpJYnFY700/Tvl0JPVLjrI/AAAAAAAACpI/JzFFaWCBc84/s1600/bag_of_money.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUpJYnFY700/Tvl0JPVLjrI/AAAAAAAACpI/JzFFaWCBc84/s320/bag_of_money.png" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought I finally have some spare cash, my credit card bill came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I could wait till January before I pay up. But I've got a strong feeling that I'll forget all about it, like I always do and the interest is no joke. And it's not as if I'll be any richer in January. I guess I'll stick to eating grass and drinking air for the moment or at least&amp;nbsp;until&amp;nbsp;all my tuitions resume. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks to be broke. IT SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edited&lt;br /&gt;I just paid the bill. Heartache is an understatement!&lt;br /&gt;&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/37558554-598404998637825148?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/598404998637825148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/598404998637825148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-ive-been-living-on-credits-all-along.html' title='So, I&apos;ve been living on credits ALL ALONG?!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUpJYnFY700/Tvl0JPVLjrI/AAAAAAAACpI/JzFFaWCBc84/s72-c/bag_of_money.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-6072564232617093996</id><published>2011-12-24T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:23:03.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Christmas without this</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7Dw7GE_BYjI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/37558554-6072564232617093996?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6072564232617093996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6072564232617093996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-christmas-without-this.html' title='What&apos;s Christmas without this'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7Dw7GE_BYjI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5967817693852963815</id><published>2011-12-22T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:33:33.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a fan of hello kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKZ3TA_htvo/TvIX3IEyOmI/AAAAAAAACoc/NSK1qv1gby4/s1600/Snapshot_20111222_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKZ3TA_htvo/TvIX3IEyOmI/AAAAAAAACoc/NSK1qv1gby4/s400/Snapshot_20111222_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it's just too cute to resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5967817693852963815?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5967817693852963815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5967817693852963815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-fan-of-hello-kitty.html' title='Never a fan of hello kitty'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKZ3TA_htvo/TvIX3IEyOmI/AAAAAAAACoc/NSK1qv1gby4/s72-c/Snapshot_20111222_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8332760811074474558</id><published>2011-12-21T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:31:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me and my pocket against the cabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to cab very often because I've a very serious time management issue. I always think that half an hour is enough for me to get to anywhere and more often than not, it is not enough. There's like waiting time, extreme suay-ness like accidents or forgetting to take my phone or wallet (which happens very frequently nowadays) or forgetting to lock the door, or overestimating my walking speed. I'm quite infamous to certain professors in the school for my tardiness and I'm certainly not proud of it. Actually, it's very&amp;nbsp;embarrassing. And it's been my every year's resolution to be on time but of course it was never fulfilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I guess with the revised taxi fare from ComfortDelgro, City cab, &amp;nbsp;SMRT, Premier Taxi, Yellow-top and Trans cab, I'm finally gonna do something about it especially that I'm uber broke now. I almost walked home from Jurong Point when I thought I missed the last bus. Yup, I rather take the risk of getting mug than to give in to the unreasonable increase of the taxi fare. (Turns out, I got there just in time for the last bus.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of which, the transport system has been pretty screwed up lately. The transport fee has been increasing but what about the service that we paid for? We did not pay so much for delays, congestion and the fear of being trapped in the train, yet again. Maybe SMRT should revise the transport fee untill they find a permanent solution for the situation. (Decreasing the speed of the train, increasing the interval between the rides and frequent stopping between stations are not permanent solutions)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/37558554-8332760811074474558?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8332760811074474558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8332760811074474558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-me-and-my-pocket-against-cab.html' title='It&apos;s me and my pocket against the cabs'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-2527568817187964886</id><published>2011-12-20T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:33:46.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One mocha, one ice chocolate, 150 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkWOClHn8nA/Tu9xGx3HkNI/AAAAAAAACoU/v6vfnp4yo8c/s1600/405000_10150423311649998_739519997_8347067_866504730_n-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkWOClHn8nA/Tu9xGx3HkNI/AAAAAAAACoU/v6vfnp4yo8c/s400/405000_10150423311649998_739519997_8347067_866504730_n-pola.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 17 years worth of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/37558554-2527568817187964886?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2527568817187964886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2527568817187964886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-mocha-one-ice-chocolate-150-minutes.html' title='One mocha, one ice chocolate, 150 minutes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkWOClHn8nA/Tu9xGx3HkNI/AAAAAAAACoU/v6vfnp4yo8c/s72-c/405000_10150423311649998_739519997_8347067_866504730_n-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-6731685808974189266</id><published>2011-12-18T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:57:56.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a little bit caught in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/elsh3J5lJ6g?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;I am just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And just enjoy the show&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-6731685808974189266?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6731685808974189266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6731685808974189266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-just-little-bit-caught-in-middle_18.html' title='I&apos;m just a little bit caught in the middle'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/elsh3J5lJ6g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7911761588593565677</id><published>2011-12-13T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:44:32.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel guilty</title><content type='html'>for doing everything in the world except typing my report which I'm supposed to submit today (technically it's yesterday cos it's already past 12). Luckily my prof agreed to the extension of the report deadline, if not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the fuck. I'm always guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7911761588593565677?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7911761588593565677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7911761588593565677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-feel-guilty.html' title='I feel guilty'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5416666597803884174</id><published>2011-12-09T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:40:31.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 3 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6o_E7cXeoc/TuHJPZEwlpI/AAAAAAAACoM/p_I2K8_CKM4/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6o_E7cXeoc/TuHJPZEwlpI/AAAAAAAACoM/p_I2K8_CKM4/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I got&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5416666597803884174?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5416666597803884174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5416666597803884174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/after-3-hours.html' title='After 3 hours'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6o_E7cXeoc/TuHJPZEwlpI/AAAAAAAACoM/p_I2K8_CKM4/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8487237026774628938</id><published>2011-12-08T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:34:28.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if there's a second chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu4-1kcKhPo/TuDeTmJT0CI/AAAAAAAACn8/AdQn58Yb-9o/s1600/drop_dead_diva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu4-1kcKhPo/TuDeTmJT0CI/AAAAAAAACn8/AdQn58Yb-9o/s400/drop_dead_diva.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always wanted to watch this series ever since I caught snippet of it in Thailand (Oh god I miss Thailand!). Ironically, I watch a lot of television programmes whenever I'm overseas though I seldom watch any at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, this show is awesome. I laughed and I cried and I laughed and I cried more. Each episode is inspiring and that's kinda what I need now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8487237026774628938?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8487237026774628938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8487237026774628938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-if-theres-second-chance.html' title='What if there&apos;s a second chance?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu4-1kcKhPo/TuDeTmJT0CI/AAAAAAAACn8/AdQn58Yb-9o/s72-c/drop_dead_diva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8686805573658338713</id><published>2011-12-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:54:47.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe a lil pre-grad blues</title><content type='html'>First half of my final year in NTU had finally come to an end. It's so fast! Everything is happening too fast. I keep having this feeling that I've missed something out. Like there's something I'm supposed to do but I did not. Anyhow, I still have another semester to figure out. Hopefully, I'll figure out by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what if I did not get into JC? JC wasn't really my intention. My initial plan was to go to NP banking and finance. What if I score really badly for my A level? Maybe I would have the balls to try something different or figure out what I like. Sometimes, I feel that I'm the one who's shutting all the doors. I didn't try designing cos I thought I suck at drawing. I didn't try music cos I thought I was too old for it. I didn't try writing cos I thought I wasn't good enough. I didn't try fashion cos I thought it was superficial.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I did a lot of thinking but take no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/37558554-8686805573658338713?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8686805573658338713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8686805573658338713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/12/maybe-lil-pre-grad-blues.html' title='Maybe a lil pre-grad blues'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5853662631376691072</id><published>2011-11-29T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T03:02:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cy·cle   [sahy-kuhl]</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A round of years or a recurring period of time, especially one in which certain events or phenomena repeat themselves in the same order and at the same intervals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it kinda great because we know what to expect, what to say, what to do and exactly what emotion to display. What's better? We get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5853662631376691072?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5853662631376691072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5853662631376691072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/cycle-sahy-kuhl.html' title='cy·cle   [sahy-kuhl]'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-1448024910388601661</id><published>2011-11-26T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:14:32.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I destroyed my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn2ZGMXVbig/TtDl4nXORLI/AAAAAAAACn0/p0DrxunDpWE/s1600/IMG-20111125-00389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn2ZGMXVbig/TtDl4nXORLI/AAAAAAAACn0/p0DrxunDpWE/s320/IMG-20111125-00389.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No kidding! T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-1448024910388601661?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1448024910388601661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1448024910388601661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-destroyed-my-hair.html' title='I destroyed my hair'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn2ZGMXVbig/TtDl4nXORLI/AAAAAAAACn0/p0DrxunDpWE/s72-c/IMG-20111125-00389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-1257351678375087748</id><published>2011-11-24T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:07:24.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'll be spending A LOT of time at home this holiday</title><content type='html'>Modern family&lt;br /&gt;The office&lt;br /&gt;How I met you mother&lt;br /&gt;Glee&lt;br /&gt;New girl&lt;br /&gt;Criminal minds&lt;br /&gt;White collar&lt;br /&gt;The walking dead&lt;br /&gt;Big bang theory&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up with the Kadashians&lt;br /&gt;America next top model- All stars&lt;br /&gt;The L word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I think my list goes on. Not forgetting a great deal of old movies I downloaded during my exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY EXAM TO BE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-1257351678375087748?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1257351678375087748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1257351678375087748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-guess-ill-be-spending-lot-of-time-at.html' title='I guess I&apos;ll be spending A LOT of time at home this holiday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7150869239689412873</id><published>2011-11-20T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T04:18:27.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived ... my first paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9mCABSKAtw/TsdUAsyjjeI/AAAAAAAACns/Z06h1HSdZg4/s1600/Snapshot_20111117_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9mCABSKAtw/TsdUAsyjjeI/AAAAAAAACns/Z06h1HSdZg4/s400/Snapshot_20111117_4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah 6 more to go! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why examination halls are freaking cold. And I'm even more puzzled that how some girls can survive the 2 and a half hours in just tank tops and shorts(without any sweater) in the freezer-like hall. I was in tank top and shorts today and a uber thick pullover (oh! and a pair of converse. You know, to keep my feet warm) yet I was still so cold that I almost couldn't write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, a lot of people mentioned how pale I looked recently. I blame the late nights and my unhealthy diets. I guess I need to do a massive cleaning on my lifestyle in order to be healthy again. Hopefully, after the exams. It's almost impossible to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7150869239689412873?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7150869239689412873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7150869239689412873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-survived-my-first-paper.html' title='I survived ... my first paper'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9mCABSKAtw/TsdUAsyjjeI/AAAAAAAACns/Z06h1HSdZg4/s72-c/Snapshot_20111117_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5883456398519954410</id><published>2011-11-17T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T01:16:41.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this pre exam anxiety?</title><content type='html'>Every night before my papers, I kinda have this void feeling. It's like I don't feel like doing any study-related stuffs. I don't know whether I study enough. I don't know whether I'm prepared. I don't know what I know. I don't know what I don't know. I don't feel like sleeping. I don't feel like eating. I don't feel like watching shows (even friends). I don't feel like talking. I don't know what I'm thinking. I don't know what I should do next. It seems like engineering has successfully crumbled my already-kinda-low self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts are somewhat turbulent now. It's messy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5883456398519954410?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5883456398519954410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5883456398519954410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-this-pre-exam-anxiety.html' title='Is this pre exam anxiety?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-2955939348818754713</id><published>2011-11-16T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:24:37.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xWzlwGVQ6_Q?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/37558554-2955939348818754713?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2955939348818754713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2955939348818754713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy love'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xWzlwGVQ6_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5341898759673637307</id><published>2011-11-11T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:44:18.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11.11</title><content type='html'>What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off pretty badly but thank god it ended pretty well. I'm so glad today is going to be over in 5 mins. Its one of those nights where I just wanna have a cup of camomile and watch one of my favourite movies untill I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Cedric just drew a portrait of me! Ain't he sweeeeet. I gave him the task as a joke/challenge. Oh boy, I envy people who can draw! Owen, my 4011 project mate, said that my supposed-to-be technical drawings look like the illustrations in children's book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBA8Mwr-tlA/Tr1GLgEafCI/AAAAAAAACnk/JzGBOXYBOU8/s1600/296791_10150458284745519_688815518_10900381_809331690_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBA8Mwr-tlA/Tr1GLgEafCI/AAAAAAAACnk/JzGBOXYBOU8/s400/296791_10150458284745519_688815518_10900381_809331690_n.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5341898759673637307?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5341898759673637307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5341898759673637307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11.11.11'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBA8Mwr-tlA/Tr1GLgEafCI/AAAAAAAACnk/JzGBOXYBOU8/s72-c/296791_10150458284745519_688815518_10900381_809331690_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8641061587080848612</id><published>2011-11-11T04:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T04:15:19.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay now, tell me what do you see in this picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaID_BZRZmk/Trwunh5pLjI/AAAAAAAACnc/qmcSEQ_Cx1o/s1600/Picture1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaID_BZRZmk/Trwunh5pLjI/AAAAAAAACnc/qmcSEQ_Cx1o/s400/Picture1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I browsed through the slides, I realised my part is the only part without any technical stuffs to talk about. Oh yea, I kinda needa use this picture and try to come up with something moderately impressive (yea, moderately is sufficient). I'm glad that our presentation is only 15 mins (including Q&amp;amp;A), if not I'm really gonna sing a song to drag the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8641061587080848612?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8641061587080848612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8641061587080848612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-now-tell-me-what-do-you-see-in.html' title='Okay now, tell me what do you see in this picture'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaID_BZRZmk/Trwunh5pLjI/AAAAAAAACnc/qmcSEQ_Cx1o/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5267286308312970129</id><published>2011-11-10T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T04:32:35.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head &amp; An expression of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t30cX6OGO0U?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;br /&gt;And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' seems to fit&lt;br /&gt;Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5267286308312970129?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5267286308312970129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5267286308312970129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head &amp; An expression of Faith'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t30cX6OGO0U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7146180211275244847</id><published>2011-11-09T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T15:59:55.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You get what I mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZMMVYSzgVE/TroyB14yJuI/AAAAAAAACnU/Cis3MRf2QdE/s1600/309095_10150347121396345_21927746344_8453276_729535496_n-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZMMVYSzgVE/TroyB14yJuI/AAAAAAAACnU/Cis3MRf2QdE/s400/309095_10150347121396345_21927746344_8453276_729535496_n-pola.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing at this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7146180211275244847?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7146180211275244847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7146180211275244847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-get-what-i-mean.html' title='You get what I mean'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZMMVYSzgVE/TroyB14yJuI/AAAAAAAACnU/Cis3MRf2QdE/s72-c/309095_10150347121396345_21927746344_8453276_729535496_n-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8049311065657913981</id><published>2011-11-07T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T01:35:49.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive New Age Guy (SNAG)</title><content type='html'>Research shows that it's men who like a cuddle in bed rather than women. This topic came up randomly when JY and I were chatting on one boring evening after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"... Despite the stereotypes, the fairer sex are more likely to hate cuddling and find excuses to avoid snuggling up in their partner’s arms at night, a study has claimed. Men, on the other hand, are much keener to end the day with a hug and far more likely to kick up a fuss if they don’t get one. According to a survey, one women in three doesn’t like cuddling and half try to avoid it when they get into bed because they are exhausted and want to go straight to sleep. One in four said cuddling in bed makes them hot and uncomfortable, and one in ten even admitted they would prefer to lie under the covers checking their Facebook account than cosying up with their other half. ..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2057406/Its-MEN-like-cuddle-bed-Third-women-avoid-snuggling-partners-arms.html"&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2057406/Its-MEN-like-cuddle-bed-Third-women-avoid-snuggling-partners-arms.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he told me that girls nowadays don't like to cuddle, I was like "Yarr, I know why girls don't like to cuddle, it's so hot. We just wanna sleep in peace, after you know...". Oh wells, it was a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty amazed at the statistic, really. And pretty happy too. I'm a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8049311065657913981?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8049311065657913981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8049311065657913981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/sensitive-new-age-guy-snag.html' title='Sensitive New Age Guy (SNAG)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-3776498294349789883</id><published>2011-11-05T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:46:19.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footloose</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-km1Jn2bLp3Q/TrT6zxWUt9I/AAAAAAAACmk/r7bbW-mBBNk/s1600/footloose-2011-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-km1Jn2bLp3Q/TrT6zxWUt9I/AAAAAAAACmk/r7bbW-mBBNk/s400/footloose-2011-movie-poster.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few power naps in between the movie. The dance parts were kept to the minimal and there were a lot of talkings. Every time the characters started talking, I was like "enough already" with my signature roll eyes expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I thought Kenny Wormald was hot though lcc thought he was so so.&amp;nbsp; And I seriously think Julianne Hough looks like Jennifer Aniston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-3776498294349789883?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3776498294349789883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3776498294349789883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/footlosse.html' title='Footloose'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-km1Jn2bLp3Q/TrT6zxWUt9I/AAAAAAAACmk/r7bbW-mBBNk/s72-c/footloose-2011-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8453633579511163891</id><published>2011-11-01T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:44:15.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play dress up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19rXiRiifEo/Tq95OjbjzUI/AAAAAAAAClE/itzfoVvZEO4/s1600/300891_10150338416719998_739519997_8038576_1363308677_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19rXiRiifEo/Tq95OjbjzUI/AAAAAAAAClE/itzfoVvZEO4/s400/300891_10150338416719998_739519997_8038576_1363308677_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun tho it'd be better if there's more alcohol. Nonetheless, the people were awesome. It'd a pity that some had to leave early. Lucky us, we did not have to queue to get into butter. The queue was insane. I love how gamed people were that night. A lot of smurfs, pajamas ghosts, vampires, bunnies, devils, cats, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally absorbed into my own world, like I was having a mini concert of my own, standing on the podium, singing to the songs and pointing to random strangers \m/ (HAHAHAHA). Oh wells, I was a cat that night so I could do whatever I want. While the other girls pole danced, the pole was merely a supporting tool for me to hold so that I won't accidentally fall off the podium in my 5 inches heels. However, the aftermath of the party wasn't as glamorous. I've several HUGE bruises on both my knees and they hurt when I attempt to cross my leg when I sit. I looked as if I'd gotten into a bad fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to reality, the party had ended. It's time to drown myself in equations and theories that never seem to make any sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8453633579511163891?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8453633579511163891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8453633579511163891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/11/lets-play-dress-up.html' title='Let&apos;s play dress up'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19rXiRiifEo/Tq95OjbjzUI/AAAAAAAAClE/itzfoVvZEO4/s72-c/300891_10150338416719998_739519997_8038576_1363308677_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-1801869470153471321</id><published>2011-10-29T02:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T02:29:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History in layman terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yLgj9W_3MA/Tqr0LN_ASlI/AAAAAAAACk8/ypiMTm8MvZw/s1600/munch_2011_10_29_013700.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yLgj9W_3MA/Tqr0LN_ASlI/AAAAAAAACk8/ypiMTm8MvZw/s320/munch_2011_10_29_013700.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Literally! HAHAHAHHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-1801869470153471321?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1801869470153471321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1801869470153471321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/history-in-layman-terms.html' title='History in layman terms'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yLgj9W_3MA/Tqr0LN_ASlI/AAAAAAAACk8/ypiMTm8MvZw/s72-c/munch_2011_10_29_013700.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5927251732776593004</id><published>2011-10-28T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:08:00.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A competition of whose life sucks more</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"My life sucks!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"YOU HAVE NO IDEA!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Seriously, how can I be so fucked up?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, tell me about it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You tell me about it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"YOU tell me about it"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mine is really fucked up"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Can it be as fucked up as mine?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, you don't know man."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"I've the most fucked up life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this was how the conversation with my sister went. It didn't just end there.We looped for a good 10 mins  untill one of us finally gave up cos we were too tired to talk anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5927251732776593004?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5927251732776593004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5927251732776593004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/competition-of-whose-life-sucks-more.html' title='A competition of whose life sucks more'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4744333027364337844</id><published>2011-10-27T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:32:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jU_pHK7Ex50/Tqkff7Hr8_I/AAAAAAAACks/YOWJP8t1hLU/s1600/296384_10150302379739998_739519997_7831474_1938897868_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jU_pHK7Ex50/Tqkff7Hr8_I/AAAAAAAACks/YOWJP8t1hLU/s400/296384_10150302379739998_739519997_7831474_1938897868_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2qrwPrq95Ik/TqkfioLR1yI/AAAAAAAACk0/92Clt6vmJV0/s1600/munch_2011_10_27_165608.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2qrwPrq95Ik/TqkfioLR1yI/AAAAAAAACk0/92Clt6vmJV0/s320/munch_2011_10_27_165608.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's bloody hell drinking beer and wine at 3.41pm in the afternoon. I shouldn't have rejected the job offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do I look like a clubber? Its not the first time people ask me "hey, you clubber right?" In fact, most people use this as a conversation starter on me. I mean I have a set of very defined dress codes for different places. I don't dress like a slut when I go to school- My shorts are of decent length, I've enough cloth to cover what it's supposed to be covered, I don't wear heels to school, not even slippers. I mean where? Which part of me shouts clubber? I don't normally swear in front of acquaintances either. To be honest, I don't think I even talk much. Ya, random fact, I kinda need time(or a few tequila shots) to warm up before I can start mingling. I don't pile much make up on my face in the day (mostly due to laziness). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I do club but I don't think my attendance is enough to call myself a clubber. Ever since school started, I've been cutting down a lot. In addition, I'm not sure whether is that aging, but I need a longer time to nurse hangover now as compared to 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-4744333027364337844?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4744333027364337844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4744333027364337844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-bitch.html' title='That bitch'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jU_pHK7Ex50/Tqkff7Hr8_I/AAAAAAAACks/YOWJP8t1hLU/s72-c/296384_10150302379739998_739519997_7831474_1938897868_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-777555792671453992</id><published>2011-10-25T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T03:43:04.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look damn lady here =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKfUvaObbok/TqLzwkDgaLI/AAAAAAAACkc/Hk6mg2DVoAI/s1600/Snapshot_20111022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKfUvaObbok/TqLzwkDgaLI/AAAAAAAACkc/Hk6mg2DVoAI/s400/Snapshot_20111022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-1220943058307025089?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1220943058307025089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1220943058307025089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-feel-like-doing-anything.html' title='I don&apos;t feel like doing anything'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKfUvaObbok/TqLzwkDgaLI/AAAAAAAACkc/Hk6mg2DVoAI/s72-c/Snapshot_20111022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7778689398769569348</id><published>2011-10-22T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T03:53:00.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow up, Kiddo</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how baby some people are. Seriously, as much as I hate growing up (but I need to to prove a point), I still know when is the time to act like an adult. Maybe it is the culture in Singapore. Parents tend to pamper their kids so much that they don't have the decency to keep their non constructive comments and childish behaviours to themselves. I'm not your mother so I don't have to give you a pat on the head and feed you with sugarcoated words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, run back to your mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7778689398769569348?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7778689398769569348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7778689398769569348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/grow-up-kiddo.html' title='Grow up, Kiddo'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-9129864697877901993</id><published>2011-10-21T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:19:48.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going home</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eFDB75mjH4c?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Monday- Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took two days&lt;br /&gt;For me to figure out&lt;br /&gt;This isn't working out&lt;br /&gt;But I lost my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove all night&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't worth the view&lt;br /&gt;I got to hit the brakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know&lt;br /&gt;Get up and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;A car wrecked on a highway&lt;br /&gt;Now you're burning by the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;It's a million miles from Florida&lt;br /&gt;Now you're history&lt;br /&gt;I'm stranded&lt;br /&gt;Get me out&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Lies a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;That only ever pumps&lt;br /&gt;For you alone&lt;br /&gt;And I can't relate&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta leave you here&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe without you, dear&lt;br /&gt;Just start walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how does that video&lt;br /&gt;With the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;Screaming at you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how does that feel&lt;br /&gt;To see me when you go by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-9129864697877901993?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/9129864697877901993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/9129864697877901993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-going-home.html' title='I&apos;m going home'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eFDB75mjH4c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5233670258461741264</id><published>2011-10-17T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:02:56.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel like bathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFaEoK-8Fsw/Tpw1NjTYBxI/AAAAAAAACkE/1E7fwOtXCWs/s1600/Snapshot_20111014_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPjbwaqLk6g/Tpw1VVQAG8I/AAAAAAAACkM/XUtc_kr2jy8/s1600/Snapshot_20111014_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPjbwaqLk6g/Tpw1VVQAG8I/AAAAAAAACkM/XUtc_kr2jy8/s320/Snapshot_20111014_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay probably too much info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5233670258461741264?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5233670258461741264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5233670258461741264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-feel-like-bathing.html' title='I don&apos;t feel like bathing'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPjbwaqLk6g/Tpw1VVQAG8I/AAAAAAAACkM/XUtc_kr2jy8/s72-c/Snapshot_20111014_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-1938223387126441781</id><published>2011-10-16T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:00:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Lyrics Soundtrack - Way Back Into Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KzJnPFIJbQA?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was googling about What's your number? soundtrack cos I thought I heard  Pop goes my heart! in the movie. Oh wells, I love that song. It's like the best fake 80s song EVER! And then I saw this on youtube's suggestion. Oh I love this movie (and Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore). I'm such a sucker for this kinda romance movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-1938223387126441781?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1938223387126441781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1938223387126441781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/music-and-lyrics-soundtrack-way-back.html' title='Music and Lyrics Soundtrack - Way Back Into Love'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KzJnPFIJbQA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4236501142222486238</id><published>2011-10-15T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:36:31.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did anyone tell you that you've really pretty eyes?</title><content type='html'>I've a thing for people with pretty eyes (as well as people who smell good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like AWWWWWW~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-4236501142222486238?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4236501142222486238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4236501142222486238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/did-anyone-tell-you-that-youve-really.html' title='Did anyone tell you that you&apos;ve really pretty eyes?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8442981119541256539</id><published>2011-10-14T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T03:03:28.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When under stress</title><content type='html'>I eat alot&lt;br /&gt;I nap alot&lt;br /&gt;I run alot&lt;br /&gt;I drink alot&lt;br /&gt;I stone alot&lt;br /&gt;I swear alot&lt;br /&gt;I procrastinate alot&lt;br /&gt;I sing (to myself) alot&lt;br /&gt;I doodle alot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And after being me for 22 years, I realised I crack under stress and I think it runs in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8442981119541256539?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8442981119541256539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8442981119541256539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-under-stress.html' title='When under stress'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7405126694661086124</id><published>2011-10-13T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:02:26.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a long day for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZbvBlA1U78/TpXIBKfkuGI/AAAAAAAACj8/T5kxADWOi4k/s1600/IMG-20111012-00086-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZbvBlA1U78/TpXIBKfkuGI/AAAAAAAACj8/T5kxADWOi4k/s320/IMG-20111012-00086-pola.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, Happy Birthday Mummy! You know I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7405126694661086124?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7405126694661086124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7405126694661086124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-was-long-day-for-me.html' title='It was a long day for me'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZbvBlA1U78/TpXIBKfkuGI/AAAAAAAACj8/T5kxADWOi4k/s72-c/IMG-20111012-00086-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5561263532167452139</id><published>2011-10-11T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:39:47.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm in love with Zooey Deschanel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecNxeAci4m4/TpPIIFgqn-I/AAAAAAAACj0/hxMjx8g5130/s1600/New_Girl_TV_Series-619271459-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecNxeAci4m4/TpPIIFgqn-I/AAAAAAAACj0/hxMjx8g5130/s400/New_Girl_TV_Series-619271459-large.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5561263532167452139?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5561263532167452139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5561263532167452139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/watch-it.html' title='I think I&apos;m in love with Zooey Deschanel'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecNxeAci4m4/TpPIIFgqn-I/AAAAAAAACj0/hxMjx8g5130/s72-c/New_Girl_TV_Series-619271459-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7858330500355591559</id><published>2011-10-10T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T02:47:53.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my life is a musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pZ3cTwI9bIw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="270"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7858330500355591559?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7858330500355591559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7858330500355591559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wish-my-life-is-musical.html' title='I wish my life is a musical'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pZ3cTwI9bIw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-9020998846805565192</id><published>2011-10-09T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:34:15.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm neat in a less obvious way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31pZt_usSeI/TpCJbUHh7mI/AAAAAAAACjg/VGycivLGkcE/s1600/301688_10150310697559998_739519997_7878850_501612986_n-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31pZt_usSeI/TpCJbUHh7mI/AAAAAAAACjg/VGycivLGkcE/s400/301688_10150310697559998_739519997_7878850_501612986_n-pola.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis nearly bit my head off when she saw the tom yam stain on my notes. Yup it's kinda gross I know but I din do it on purpose. She was like "shiwei, are you kidding me?" Yeah just like our mum. I wasn't that untidy and dirty. I'm just less anal than her (and alot of people). She said she'll definitely print a new set of notes if she ever spills anything on them. I call that OCD. C'mon dude, save the trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and sis once told me they spotted a cockroach in one of my unwashed cups. FYI, I really hate washing cups so I have like 3 or 4 cups at home. Anyhow, they looked pretty cheeky when they told me that so I guessed they were just trying to freak me out or make me wash my cups (Not working!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, this is pretty much my work station, I study, snack, sometimes nap, watch show, surf net and do my make up here. So, basically I'm here whenever I'm home. Actually I'm pretty neat in my own way. I can almost always find my stuffs as you can see, everything is laid out nicely. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-9020998846805565192?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/9020998846805565192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/9020998846805565192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-neat-in-less-obvious-way.html' title='I&apos;m neat in a less obvious way'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31pZt_usSeI/TpCJbUHh7mI/AAAAAAAACjg/VGycivLGkcE/s72-c/301688_10150310697559998_739519997_7878850_501612986_n-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-9044638529612581734</id><published>2011-10-07T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:07:08.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5EhqwDB61U/To3fAodVcVI/AAAAAAAACjc/-W14gQsPmVE/s1600/Steve_Jobs_Headshot_2010-CROP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5EhqwDB61U/To3fAodVcVI/AAAAAAAACjc/-W14gQsPmVE/s320/Steve_Jobs_Headshot_2010-CROP.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he doesn't have a successor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-9044638529612581734?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/9044638529612581734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/9044638529612581734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/legend.html' title='The legend'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5EhqwDB61U/To3fAodVcVI/AAAAAAAACjc/-W14gQsPmVE/s72-c/Steve_Jobs_Headshot_2010-CROP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7862354969494437073</id><published>2011-10-06T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T04:21:35.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOM60U-nRug/Toy8GgzSleI/AAAAAAAACjY/t3t_2tGUvdE/s1600/11949907341218632906beer.svg.med.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOM60U-nRug/Toy8GgzSleI/AAAAAAAACjY/t3t_2tGUvdE/s1600/11949907341218632906beer.svg.med.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. I'm cool with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7862354969494437073?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7862354969494437073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7862354969494437073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-fan.html' title='Never a fan'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOM60U-nRug/Toy8GgzSleI/AAAAAAAACjY/t3t_2tGUvdE/s72-c/11949907341218632906beer.svg.med.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-6729984324233936643</id><published>2011-10-04T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:35:36.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aoDKwH_idUo?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-6729984324233936643?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6729984324233936643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6729984324233936643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/repeat-mode.html' title='Repeat mode'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aoDKwH_idUo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-6606097887583343581</id><published>2011-10-03T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:58:39.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had to blog this</title><content type='html'>I'd the most yummy dream after soon long. It's been always either nightmare or dreamless night. So, I'm pretty excited when I woke up and I actually remember the dream quite vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started in a lift. My sister and I were in a lift with some other strangers. We were heading to a hotel for I-don't-know who's wedding. I don't even know why I know that I'm going to a wedding. We were seriously under dressed. I was in a sundress and flip flops. Anyhow, my sister started to quarrel with some random girl in the lift for I-can't-remember-what reason and the girl was shoving my sister. And of course I helped. I started to scold that random girl and push her back. Then outta nowhere, she dared me to go over to where she is going for don't-know-what. Feeling brave, I decided to go. I asked my sis to go to the wedding first and I'll join her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I followed the random girl to the place where all her friends were there. There's this really cute guy sitting at one side. I could still remember how cute he looked but I don't know such a person in real life. He's not someone familiar (in real life). He's not a hot celebrity either. Anywho, he walked to me and asked me for my number. When I was about to write my number on his hand, the girl who brought me there started sobbing VERY LOUDLY. She was yakking about how long she'd like that guy and how much she liked him. It was very irritating so I promised her that I will not give him my number. But suddenly she was so grateful for what I'd done and said that the guy and I should date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ditched the wedding and went for a date with the cute guy who I'd never met in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lame but it's good dream. Who doesn't like a good dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-6606097887583343581?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6606097887583343581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6606097887583343581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-just-had-to-blog-this.html' title='I just had to blog this'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-340912048103054831</id><published>2011-10-03T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:10:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can call me old fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQz8X7qfb2E/Toin8gNAAJI/AAAAAAAACjU/KwRD6h2ftGw/s1600/IMG-20111003-00069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQz8X7qfb2E/Toin8gNAAJI/AAAAAAAACjU/KwRD6h2ftGw/s400/IMG-20111003-00069.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my HRM assignment which requires alot of reading from the net.I'm pretty much not used to it, though I should be, I still prefer the feeling of holding a solid book in my hand, pointing line by line with my finger when I can't focus, Pointing line by line on my laptop screen just seems retarded. I also like to scribble notes as I read. It helps me understand and remember better. Typing out, or rather cutting and pasting, just doesn't have the same effect as writing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-340912048103054831?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/340912048103054831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/340912048103054831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-can-call-me-old-fashion.html' title='You can call me old fashion'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQz8X7qfb2E/Toin8gNAAJI/AAAAAAAACjU/KwRD6h2ftGw/s72-c/IMG-20111003-00069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-863878191974534705</id><published>2011-09-30T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:10:00.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loop</title><content type='html'>I needa get outta of it before it starts haunting me like a recurring nightmare. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-863878191974534705?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/863878191974534705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/863878191974534705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/loop.html' title='Loop'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7190117935074323261</id><published>2011-09-28T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:15:34.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCxBAsPvXew/ToIPzDJ5NnI/AAAAAAAACjM/yG9oeI5OrOE/s1600/munch_2011_09_28_015857.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCxBAsPvXew/ToIPzDJ5NnI/AAAAAAAACjM/yG9oeI5OrOE/s1600/munch_2011_09_28_015857.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCxBAsPvXew/ToIPzDJ5NnI/AAAAAAAACjM/yG9oeI5OrOE/s1600/munch_2011_09_28_015857.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCxBAsPvXew/ToIPzDJ5NnI/AAAAAAAACjM/yG9oeI5OrOE/s320/munch_2011_09_28_015857.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My JC eye candy just added my on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have added him long ago if I did not go up to him and say "I think you're cute! Can I take a picture with you?" during prom. I thought I"ll never see him again. Seriously, what was I thinking? I wasn't even drunk. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7190117935074323261?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7190117935074323261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7190117935074323261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCxBAsPvXew/ToIPzDJ5NnI/AAAAAAAACjM/yG9oeI5OrOE/s72-c/munch_2011_09_28_015857.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5159933533007591949</id><published>2011-09-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:28:03.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a page, okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear all,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reminder: Page limit of CA is 2 page (font size 12).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Submission through email.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Query of topic to be directed to my email account.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Submission deadline: 30 September 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Best wishes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;K A Khor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since no minimum page required is mentioned, do you think I can submit a half page essay? I've seriously nothing to write. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5159933533007591949?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5159933533007591949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5159933533007591949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/half-page-okay.html' title='Half a page, okay?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-6918362678457133399</id><published>2011-09-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:49:11.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally after the barbecue,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7D3Kq1xqw/Tn9ZNrjp6TI/AAAAAAAACjI/qns1GZWqHQU/s1600/IMG-20110925-00051-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7D3Kq1xqw/Tn9ZNrjp6TI/AAAAAAAACjI/qns1GZWqHQU/s400/IMG-20110925-00051-pola.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys settled in the living room to watch their soccer game, the elders retreated to the balcony to enjoy their after dinner tea and the rest of the girls went upstairs to watch the DVD while me, sneaked (not exactly, I asked for permission) to my cousin's study to ransack her bookshelves. And that's the only moment that kept me going through the entire gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin has great taste for books by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-6918362678457133399?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6918362678457133399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6918362678457133399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/finally-after-barbecue.html' title='Finally after the barbecue,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7D3Kq1xqw/Tn9ZNrjp6TI/AAAAAAAACjI/qns1GZWqHQU/s72-c/IMG-20110925-00051-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7882570484032137822</id><published>2011-09-24T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:44:09.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna go for tuition in the morning. Start on my assignment in the afternoon, maybe? Drag my ass to the family gathering that I truly don't feel like going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part, my sister is not gonna be there to distract my relatives from asking me questions that I've been asking myself. And I don't have a date to shut them up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7882570484032137822?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7882570484032137822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7882570484032137822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-saturday.html' title='My Saturday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8698716617563044760</id><published>2011-09-23T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T01:49:14.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, I like to study at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYIeZGg7ebo/Tnt0rg7J08I/AAAAAAAACjE/c3LJ1JcnzWA/s1600/IMG-20110923-00041_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYIeZGg7ebo/Tnt0rg7J08I/AAAAAAAACjE/c3LJ1JcnzWA/s400/IMG-20110923-00041_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I can use my cute pen without people judging me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8698716617563044760?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8698716617563044760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8698716617563044760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-i-like-to-study-at-home.html' title='Sometimes, I like to study at home'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYIeZGg7ebo/Tnt0rg7J08I/AAAAAAAACjE/c3LJ1JcnzWA/s72-c/IMG-20110923-00041_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8027294158578725166</id><published>2011-09-21T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T01:43:40.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hang out with boys because it is less dramatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzI4qh84hJM/TnmhXZVGhBI/AAAAAAAACjA/uSXh1zQyDfU/s1600/296368_10150267864558299_611063298_7534352_897776_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzI4qh84hJM/TnmhXZVGhBI/AAAAAAAACjA/uSXh1zQyDfU/s400/296368_10150267864558299_611063298_7534352_897776_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realised everybody thought JY and I are an item. That's cute! It was after a conversation between him, me and my mum, weird combination I know but he hang out at my place so often that he and my mum are almost BFF, that I realised how people love to pair us up. I do get occasion questions like "who's that guy on your display picture?" or "so, how's you and your neighbour?" Normally, I just laugh it off or roll my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, regardless we are NOT gonna stop hanging out. We are each others bestfriend. And I'm so gonna give a toast on his wedding in the future whether or not he let me. (I've been telling Hazel and LCC that I'm gonna give a toast on their weddings too and I demand that each of them give me one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, come to think of it, I always have more guy friends than female friends at every stages of my life. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I do have my fair share of gal pals too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8027294158578725166?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8027294158578725166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8027294158578725166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hang-out-with-boys-because-it-is-less.html' title='I hang out with boys because it is less dramatic'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzI4qh84hJM/TnmhXZVGhBI/AAAAAAAACjA/uSXh1zQyDfU/s72-c/296368_10150267864558299_611063298_7534352_897776_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-106876708196426844</id><published>2011-09-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:19:00.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally unavailable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKYaKVuaeTE/TmyKznbxKfI/AAAAAAAACiw/zhv-A0EflpE/s1600/tumblr_lr6o75Uj3q1r1bvwxo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651044251806542322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKYaKVuaeTE/TmyKznbxKfI/AAAAAAAACiw/zhv-A0EflpE/s400/tumblr_lr6o75Uj3q1r1bvwxo1_500.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 169px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsSXmSoxSFI/TmyKz5KvGoI/AAAAAAAACi4/souaQAMLUlc/s1600/tumblr_lr6o75Uj3q1r1bvwxo2_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651044256566942338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsSXmSoxSFI/TmyKz5KvGoI/AAAAAAAACi4/souaQAMLUlc/s400/tumblr_lr6o75Uj3q1r1bvwxo2_500.gif" style="height: 169px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie, a lot. It's a cliche I know, It's like 2 good-looking people, somehow got ditch by their respective boyfriend/girlfriend. Then fate or whatever brought them together (to be sex partners) and it so happened that she loves him and he loves her and TADA PERFECT ENDING! As if it's gonna happen in real life. C'mon if this is the case, "it's complicated" will not exist cos it never will be complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cliche thing is that they talked about the cliche in other movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cliche thing is that I watched this 3 times already and I can almost memorise the lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-106876708196426844?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/106876708196426844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/106876708196426844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/emotionally-unavailable.html' title='Emotionally unavailable'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKYaKVuaeTE/TmyKznbxKfI/AAAAAAAACiw/zhv-A0EflpE/s72-c/tumblr_lr6o75Uj3q1r1bvwxo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8895754953151380110</id><published>2011-09-15T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:09:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder</title><content type='html'>Whether I lack of social skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we're just of different leagues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8895754953151380110?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8895754953151380110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8895754953151380110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-i-wonder.html' title='And I wonder'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4459798916957070076</id><published>2011-09-13T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:25:44.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy knows best</title><content type='html'>My mum always knows that something is wrong with me when I retire to my bedroom early. I always stay in the study room till really late. And she's always nice enough to ask "baby, what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need.a.cup.of.hot.chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-4459798916957070076?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4459798916957070076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4459798916957070076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/mummy-knows-best.html' title='mummy knows best'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-3084166024564890812</id><published>2011-09-12T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:32:27.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lucky bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;Dear Michelle and Sathish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll take the taxi to TTSH. If you also go with me from NTU, please come to my office at 1:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From my prof! LUCKY OR WHAT!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-3084166024564890812?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3084166024564890812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3084166024564890812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-lucky-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m a lucky bitch'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4662980260780429857</id><published>2011-09-09T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T00:45:19.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im bored like fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbh-61eBWoM/Tmjw7YSgqXI/AAAAAAAACio/mPW9QlQ_68s/s1600/Snapshot_20110908_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbh-61eBWoM/Tmjw7YSgqXI/AAAAAAAACio/mPW9QlQ_68s/s400/Snapshot_20110908_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650030635459324274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should study? Read something? Watch some shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-4662980260780429857?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4662980260780429857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4662980260780429857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-bored-like-fuck.html' title='Im bored like fuck'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbh-61eBWoM/Tmjw7YSgqXI/AAAAAAAACio/mPW9QlQ_68s/s72-c/Snapshot_20110908_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4198152921335435941</id><published>2011-09-08T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:12:04.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a morning person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3xBZG3fjo0/TmgybE-T7XI/AAAAAAAACiY/2nr23CR2Afk/s1600/291765_10150273872459998_739519997_7663768_903411438_n-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3xBZG3fjo0/TmgybE-T7XI/AAAAAAAACiY/2nr23CR2Afk/s400/291765_10150273872459998_739519997_7663768_903411438_n-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649821173309238642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised there's some similarities between the morning me and the tipsy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I talk way too loud&lt;br /&gt;2) I've no idea what I'm talking about most of the time&lt;br /&gt;3) Pretending that I'm listening but I'm actually zonking out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-4198152921335435941?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4198152921335435941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4198152921335435941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-morning-person.html' title='Not a morning person'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3xBZG3fjo0/TmgybE-T7XI/AAAAAAAACiY/2nr23CR2Afk/s72-c/291765_10150273872459998_739519997_7663768_903411438_n-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-984216110922793190</id><published>2011-09-07T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:19:00.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"let it go"</title><content type='html'>But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't even try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-984216110922793190?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/984216110922793190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/984216110922793190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/let-it-go.html' title='&quot;let it go&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8640216542964885096</id><published>2011-09-07T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:50:58.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Procrastinator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M_aP_EnayE/TmZPUEaIbkI/AAAAAAAACiQ/c3xxf3NY8-E/s1600/tumblr_lpgbisY5D51qc24avo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M_aP_EnayE/TmZPUEaIbkI/AAAAAAAACiQ/c3xxf3NY8-E/s400/tumblr_lpgbisY5D51qc24avo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649289988782190146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since LCC started working, I find it difficult for me to study. I used to study with her A LOT (both weekdays and weekends). Though most of the time we ended up side tracking to other stuffs like gossiping, shopping, movies, Night Safari, Singapore Flyer and beer session, the first hour was really productive. And even though she admitted that she score better during the semester when I was having my attachment(meaning I don't have to study for that sem), we still continue to study together. Oh wells, I'm a major distraction and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't study with Hazel on weekends either cos HX started working and she needs to spend her weekends dating and she's a busy lady on weekdays due to FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to study with people that are not from my course. I know it's weird like who am I gonna ask when I'm in doubt. Just for your infomation, I don't normally clear my doubt (academically-wise or rather enginneering-wise). It's too hard. I'd rather look at the model answer and suck it up. Moreover, I see my coursemates almost everyday, I don't think they wanna see my face on weekends as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I really gotta get my engine started. I'm seriously behind time. FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8640216542964885096?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8640216542964885096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8640216542964885096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/professional-procrastinator.html' title='Professional Procrastinator'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M_aP_EnayE/TmZPUEaIbkI/AAAAAAAACiQ/c3xxf3NY8-E/s72-c/tumblr_lpgbisY5D51qc24avo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-6862986910846896382</id><published>2011-09-05T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:41:07.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My teeth are falling out</title><content type='html'>Do you ever dreamt that your teeth are falling out one by one? I've this kinda dream very often recently. It's so often that whenever I dream of it I know it's not real. Till now, I still can't determine the reason behind my dream. I mean I thought people dream about the things they do maybe in the morning or the stuffs that they are constantly thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger (like 18) I used to dream that I was running away from something but I was in slow motion. I thought it was because I was dealing with A level and some other stuffs and the stress caused the bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is really weird and it's freaking the hell outta me. Since it's recurring, so I guess it's not something normal. So, I googled about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's a common type of dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a general feeling of loss of control accompanies your dream, of  feeling helpless and anxious, then this could mean that you feel  helpless and not in control of a waking life situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You could feel fearful and afraid of change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If your dream is accompanied by feelings of humiliation and of being  embarrassed then these dreams are an overly exaggerated way of  presenting your anxiety about looking bad in a waking life scenario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teeth are often one of the first places that signs of aging or  malnutrition are seen. Thus, teeth dreams could also relate to feelings  of inadequacy in being able to nourish and support yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teeth dreams may also indicate anxiety and insecurities about abandonment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.realmeaningofdreams.com/teeth-dreams.html"&gt;http://www.realmeaningofdreams.com/teeth-dreams.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-6862986910846896382?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6862986910846896382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6862986910846896382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-teeth-are-falling-out.html' title='My teeth are falling out'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-2775366234369208145</id><published>2011-09-02T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:57:22.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbour talk</title><content type='html'>I bumped into Desmond yesterday at the void deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desmond (with a girl): Why are you sitting here? (on the platform near the letterbox)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I'm waiting for a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desmond: Oh, so are you going tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Tonight? Nah I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desmond: YOU KNOW WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Of course I know. It's wednesday (ladies night)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously glad that my primary school mates are my neighbours. We practically grow up together. Though at some points or another, we grew apart or din even talk that much but basically, as long as clubbing exist, we are good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-2775366234369208145?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2775366234369208145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2775366234369208145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/09/neighbour-talk.html' title='Neighbour talk'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-1004180973135636629</id><published>2011-08-31T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:28:46.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bubble dreams</title><content type='html'>It's so nice to see that my cousin and her husband are still keeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fairytales&lt;/span&gt; alive for their 2 precious daughters (one 9 years old, one 6 years old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was about to tell me some funny stories about her younger daughter and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toothfairy&lt;/span&gt; when suddenly my cousin-in-law nudged her and said "she still believe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;toothfairy&lt;/span&gt;, don't say that in front of her." Ain't that sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how my parents used to keep Santa Claus alive for my sister and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I was 10 years old when I told my parents that I had an heated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; with a classmate about whether or not Santa Claus exist. Worried that I might be laughed at in school, my parents decided to tell us the truth. Of course I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my cousin-in-law was giving me a reality check during the family gathering yesterday. He was telling me how cruel the real world is, how hard it is to survive out there. Bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A LOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CUZZIE&lt;/span&gt;! WHY ARE YOU BURSTING MY BUBBLE DREAMS NOW! CAN'T YOU LET ME KEEP THEM FOR A WHILE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-1004180973135636629?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1004180973135636629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1004180973135636629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-bubble-dreams.html' title='My bubble dreams'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-5173590108491960319</id><published>2011-08-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:35:35.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jt4vckyYALE/Tlz1IPbUthI/AAAAAAAACiI/Uq4Rvcn-MX4/s1600/The-Mentalist-tv-series-poster.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jt4vckyYALE/Tlz1IPbUthI/AAAAAAAACiI/Uq4Rvcn-MX4/s400/The-Mentalist-tv-series-poster.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646657554744653330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-5173590108491960319?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5173590108491960319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/5173590108491960319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-new-addiction.html' title='My new addiction'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jt4vckyYALE/Tlz1IPbUthI/AAAAAAAACiI/Uq4Rvcn-MX4/s72-c/The-Mentalist-tv-series-poster.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7126175210097254056</id><published>2011-08-29T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:53:44.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like aunties and uncles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BilaaxXqLuo/Tlu1jGrp-ZI/AAAAAAAACiA/ItQrBi1eqbo/s1600/294348_10150265258589998_739519997_7588280_4736795_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BilaaxXqLuo/Tlu1jGrp-ZI/AAAAAAAACiA/ItQrBi1eqbo/s400/294348_10150265258589998_739519997_7588280_4736795_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646306172532816274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mf suggested we take a neoprint after our ens project meeting. LOL I think the girls in the shop are young enough to be our daughters. Ok. I'm exaggerating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7126175210097254056?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7126175210097254056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7126175210097254056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/08/like-aunties-and-uncles.html' title='like aunties and uncles'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BilaaxXqLuo/Tlu1jGrp-ZI/AAAAAAAACiA/ItQrBi1eqbo/s72-c/294348_10150265258589998_739519997_7588280_4736795_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-3494315255514045237</id><published>2011-08-29T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:51:42.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, we just need to release our violent inner self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5aYMFxIrxks/TlqAEu9esSI/AAAAAAAACh4/uP24izE--dc/s1600/Final%2BDestination%2B5%2BNew%2BPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5aYMFxIrxks/TlqAEu9esSI/AAAAAAAACh4/uP24izE--dc/s400/Final%2BDestination%2B5%2BNew%2BPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645965901676065058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Final destination with JY. It was gore like its other sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a completely impromptu decision. I was supposed to give him a very belated birthday treat today but we went out a tad too early for dinner so we decided to catch a movie instead. Din catch it in 3D this time round cos I was wearing my falsies and I thought it might &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;be uncomfortable to wear the 3D glasses. Oh wells, thank god we din watch the 3D version! JY spent half the time looking down while I watched the entire show with one eye and both hands covering my ears. I swear I covered my ears so hard that they hurt after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my gore tolerance level was much higher when I was younger? Back in secondary school days, I was able to watch Saw I-don't-know-3-or-4 while eating my big mac. I also remember watching Saw 6 when my party at Helipad ended early but LCC and I did not wanna go home. I din even puke then (we drank quite alot that night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Final destination 5 had beautiful casts. It was sucha pity that everyone had to die in the end. I don't know if this is normal but I love the anticipation of what's gonna cause their death. I'd be like "will it be the nail or the fan or the rod?!!!". But more then often, the way they die disappoint me. Either I'm a better script writer than them or I'm just a big time sadist(which is bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-3494315255514045237?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3494315255514045237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3494315255514045237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-we-just-need-to-release-our.html' title='Sometimes, we just need to release our violent inner self'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5aYMFxIrxks/TlqAEu9esSI/AAAAAAAACh4/uP24izE--dc/s72-c/Final%2BDestination%2B5%2BNew%2BPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-369086550368409431</id><published>2011-08-27T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T13:57:15.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@JeremyLooYongXiang</title><content type='html'>I know you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO NICE THAT WE FUCKING MEET AGAIN AND LIKE ACTUALLY TALKED RATHER THAN JUST SAYING HI AND BYE! MISS YOU SO! DINNER SOON! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-369086550368409431?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/369086550368409431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/369086550368409431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/08/jeremylooyongxiang.html' title='@JeremyLooYongXiang'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-3091407791861846974</id><published>2011-08-25T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:06:21.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I'll look like when I'm fat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOEUGK3Wm9E/TlUhaaLFAbI/AAAAAAAAChw/Pgsg7v0Hn_o/s1600/296062_10150267864658299_611063298_7534354_6874404_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOEUGK3Wm9E/TlUhaaLFAbI/AAAAAAAAChw/Pgsg7v0Hn_o/s400/296062_10150267864658299_611063298_7534354_6874404_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644454445564887474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH! FUGLY LUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-3091407791861846974?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3091407791861846974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3091407791861846974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-how-ill-look-like-when-im-fat.html' title='This is how I&apos;ll look like when I&apos;m fat!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOEUGK3Wm9E/TlUhaaLFAbI/AAAAAAAAChw/Pgsg7v0Hn_o/s72-c/296062_10150267864658299_611063298_7534354_6874404_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8414094799626710421</id><published>2011-08-23T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:26:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing and deleting a blog post</title><content type='html'>That's so typical of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-8414094799626710421?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8414094799626710421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8414094799626710421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/08/writing-and-deleting-blog-post.html' title='Writing and deleting a blog post'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-3530152434922948776</id><published>2011-08-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:25:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily ever after</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFuQSSYdTig/Tk-4h8BWJ6I/AAAAAAAACho/y8vsI-D1OQI/s1600/284035_10150340460412160_787117159_9858466_7509798_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFuQSSYdTig/Tk-4h8BWJ6I/AAAAAAAACho/y8vsI-D1OQI/s400/284035_10150340460412160_787117159_9858466_7509798_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642931751305488290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they tied the knot. Okays, This happened sometimes ago but I've been pretty caught up lately with school and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was really sweet and heart warming and it even made people like me wanna get married too. I wasn't a pro marriage person (at least not now). But don't get me wrong, I'm totally a hopeless romantic. I just don't think a paper is necessary to keep 2 people who are deeply in love (I don't exactly like the term "in love" as well) together. Isn't that a little too superficial to be bonded by a piece of paper. In addition, I absolutely hate the idea of pre nuptial agreement. I mean if you're constantly worried that your partner whom you choose yourself is going to either cheat your money or find some hotter guy/gal or dump you when you're at your lowest, why choose him/her. If he's/she's not gonna dump you, then what's the point of getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the human race is getting a little too evolved to be trusted and yet everyone wants to be. Ironic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, guess who made a big joke outta herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly. I was an idiot to run around the ballroom in my 5.5 inches heels when I found out that my designated table was filled and to my horror, with KIDS! And I had the dumbest conversation with the dumbest waiter ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the entrance which was closed by the time I realised my table was filled.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter "Sorry Miss, you gotta use the side exit."&lt;br /&gt;Me "I know I know, but I gotta talk to Willy (my cousin). It's important."&lt;br /&gt;At that point, my cousin and his wife were preparing for the march in. The music and lighting were ready.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter "Hmmm, if that's the case, I think you have to go by this entrance."&lt;br /&gt;Me "DUH! Isn't that what I'm (fucking) trying to do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was pretty confused why my table was filled but there's nothing he could do either. So, long story short, I managed to find 2 seats, for my sis and myself, in the end. My sis was the emcee of the wedding so she wasn't with me but she witnessed the entire scene I made. After the march in and lights on, I realised I was sitting with my cousin's history teacher who is now the principal of Presbyterian High and a bunch of his secondary school friends who were pretty funny and constantly trying to make me drink. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I had fun throughout the night and the day as well. I love how we (the bridesmaids) made the guys(bestman) eat wasabi with chili padi. It's probably the best gate crash game EVER! MWAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-3530152434922948776?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3530152434922948776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3530152434922948776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-happily-ever-after-wouldnt-you-know.html' title='Happily ever after'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFuQSSYdTig/Tk-4h8BWJ6I/AAAAAAAACho/y8vsI-D1OQI/s72-c/284035_10150340460412160_787117159_9858466_7509798_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-689815018252062174</id><published>2011-07-31T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:25:58.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always wanted to get another tattoo</title><content type='html'>on my wrist that says love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess my parents will freak out since they did create a big hoohaa when they finally realised the ink on my hip (after a year).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-689815018252062174?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/689815018252062174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/689815018252062174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-always-wanted-to-get-another-tattoo.html' title='I&apos;ve always wanted to get another tattoo'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-9127290191881039301</id><published>2011-07-30T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T02:44:41.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Though I'm sort of a retired party-er now</title><content type='html'>I still nodded vigorously when I read through the &lt;a href="http://partyproblems.tumblr.com"&gt;partyproblems.tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. It brought back so much memories (most of em blurred and embarrassed).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-9127290191881039301?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/9127290191881039301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/9127290191881039301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/07/though-im-sort-of-retired-party-er-now.html' title='Though I&apos;m sort of a retired party-er now'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-683309883410730361</id><published>2011-07-27T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:35:08.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawadee ka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EShKrX0xxV0/TjGBvj3g7AI/AAAAAAAAChg/zYUcpiSD_cs/s1600/270576_10150233207494998_739519997_7250780_3853712_n-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EShKrX0xxV0/TjGBvj3g7AI/AAAAAAAAChg/zYUcpiSD_cs/s400/270576_10150233207494998_739519997_7250780_3853712_n-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634427262899121154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a great room mate/travel buddy &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bangkok trip was great thought I didn't exactly get myself a lot of things. I &amp;lt;3 that country. People are nice and friendly. The stuffs are cheap. There's food everywhere. The night markets are packed with hot angmohs! Their manicurists are amazing! But still, I &amp;lt;3 Singapore more! I don't need to keep my bag zipped when I'm on the street. I don't have to bargain with the cab drivers (actually I don't like to bargain as much as I thought I do) I don't have to worry (that much) about my lungs. I can loiter as late as I want on the street and still feel safe(r).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, am I the only one without savings here? I recently talked to a few of my friends regarding future, money, yada yada... And I realised that oh man, I'm fucking broke. Literally fucking broke. If someone stole my wallet and somehow manage to get my password to my bank account, he would be cursing and swearing at me. I'm not gonna reveal how much I have in my account. It's too embarrassing. I think maybe it's time to start saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know where my money went. I'm not that of a shopaholic that most of the people thought I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-683309883410730361?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/683309883410730361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/683309883410730361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/07/sawadee-ka.html' title='Sawadee ka'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EShKrX0xxV0/TjGBvj3g7AI/AAAAAAAAChg/zYUcpiSD_cs/s72-c/270576_10150233207494998_739519997_7250780_3853712_n-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7987149876344984234</id><published>2011-07-13T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:24:12.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was watching some Taiwan variety shows</title><content type='html'>It reminded me of how I used to love chinese songs. And exactly how pathetic my ipod is without any of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7987149876344984234?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7987149876344984234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7987149876344984234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-was-watching-some-taiwan-variety.html' title='I was watching some Taiwan variety shows'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8507837775621635886</id><published>2011-07-09T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:24:51.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Committed- Elizabeth Gilbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmE4qvTbZus/ThfthqvAr1I/AAAAAAAAChQ/uI6OWpv8Ix8/s1600/IMG00161-20110520-1519-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmE4qvTbZus/ThfthqvAr1I/AAAAAAAAChQ/uI6OWpv8Ix8/s400/IMG00161-20110520-1519-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627227422085656402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Infaturation is not quite the same thing as love; it's more like love's shady second cousin who's always borrowing money and can't hold down a job. When you become infatuated with somebody, you're not really looking at the person; you're just captivated by your own reflection, intoxicated by a dream of completion that you have projected on a virtual stranger."&lt;br /&gt;&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/37558554-8507837775621635886?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8507837775621635886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/8507837775621635886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/07/committed-elizabeth-gilbert.html' title='Committed- Elizabeth Gilbert'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmE4qvTbZus/ThfthqvAr1I/AAAAAAAAChQ/uI6OWpv8Ix8/s72-c/IMG00161-20110520-1519-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-8824131482550109456</id><published>2011-06-28T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:15:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OvRDJe5a51g?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, its over, we both know, lets go forward.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but in a different way, I love you, forever.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've come to the end of a story and I know that it's gonna be hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;Might hurt some, might get too much, but I gotta let it be.&lt;br /&gt;As the world turns around and we go different places, new things, new dreams, new faces.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shake up, when we break up, but we keep our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'coz I know you can't stay, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the fall.&lt;br /&gt;We had our time, baby, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say "we're moving on and we'll be okay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's better, and I want you, to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people find that it's so hard just to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it ain't easy the more and the more you try.&lt;br /&gt;So they'll be cheating, be decieving, but not me and my boy.&lt;br /&gt;We understand that we're friends and it just ain't working, no point in the constant fighting.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll be grown ups, for a minute, and admit that we're just not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't stay, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the fall.&lt;br /&gt;We had our time, baby, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say "we're moving on and we'll be okay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might lose my mind for a while, but I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard there's this thing that heals, and it's called time.&lt;br /&gt;Clock can tick away, happy will fall in place.&lt;br /&gt;and though, my heart will break, a new me will fill the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't stay, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the fall.&lt;br /&gt;We had our time, baby, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up, turn it up 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one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year one more year&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only things are these simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-1264867992866075838?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1264867992866075838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1264867992866075838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-more-year.html' title='one more year'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-823533754316665103</id><published>2011-06-04T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:33:29.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnA8gXhEU4Y/TekaFgsCSbI/AAAAAAAAChI/Fd26aC9orAg/s1600/IMG00194-20110531-1434-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnA8gXhEU4Y/TekaFgsCSbI/AAAAAAAAChI/Fd26aC9orAg/s400/IMG00194-20110531-1434-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614047092470335922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnA8gXhEU4Y/TekaFgsCSbI/AAAAAAAAChI/Fd26aC9orAg/s1600/IMG00194-20110531-1434-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a bridesmaid for the first time! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though my cousin and his fiancées had already registered but it was a hasted one cos my uncle (my cousin's father) was very ill that time so they had a simple dinner buffet and tea ceremony for him. But which girl doesn't dream of a grand wedding. So, they decided to have a proper wedding dinner in August. Though I'm not pro marriage (not at all), I'm pretty excited for em. I even rewatched 27 dresses (nice movie by the way) just to get the mood of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, life's getting pretty good these days. I wish I have 48 hours a day! =)&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/37558554-823533754316665103?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/823533754316665103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/823533754316665103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/06/expect-unexpected.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnA8gXhEU4Y/TekaFgsCSbI/AAAAAAAAChI/Fd26aC9orAg/s72-c/IMG00194-20110531-1434-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4553831628798031133</id><published>2011-05-23T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:47:35.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOS1V1Seo_g/Tdpy2GybWVI/AAAAAAAACg8/HGUHsFHU0UU/s1600/IMG00171-20110523-1356-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOS1V1Seo_g/Tdpy2GybWVI/AAAAAAAACg8/HGUHsFHU0UU/s400/IMG00171-20110523-1356-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609922559703996754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOS1V1Seo_g/Tdpy2GybWVI/AAAAAAAACg8/HGUHsFHU0UU/s1600/IMG00171-20110523-1356-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the start of my new temp job. It's something I've never done before- telemarketing. It was BORING but seriously, which desk bound jobs are not. To make things worse, there's not people of my age group in the office. Actually, I saw this lady and she looks quite young, not very friendly though. Kelvin (my boss) brought me out to meet some clients today. It's something I did not expect. He also brought me to some construction sites to see how they actually work with them. Interesting but tiring! I dozed off in the car on the way back!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Jielin after work. Her cousin's house is right beside my workplace. How coincidental! It totally made my day! I asked her to stay permanently at her cousin's. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Wesley for dinner after that and we were like primary school kids sharing our first day in school(it was his first day at attachment as well) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i.don't.feel.like.working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/37558554-4553831628798031133?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4553831628798031133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4553831628798031133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/05/unexpected.html' title='the unexpected'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOS1V1Seo_g/Tdpy2GybWVI/AAAAAAAACg8/HGUHsFHU0UU/s72-c/IMG00171-20110523-1356-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-6091485769843831316</id><published>2011-05-22T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T12:27:48.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not special anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUN_UHsRlY/TdiMsG1CJzI/AAAAAAAACg0/SFHy1Pit8mU/s1600/tumblr_llbprhvfaS1qdq9aho1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUN_UHsRlY/TdiMsG1CJzI/AAAAAAAACg0/SFHy1Pit8mU/s400/tumblr_llbprhvfaS1qdq9aho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609388025265137458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I graduate, I'll most probably get a job with average pay. My job will be mundane but I'll get used to it cos I need the money to pay off my credit card bills. I'll probably own dozens of designers' shoes and bags which I can't afford. Maybe I'll marry an average who propose to me by asking "hey, wanna get a flat together?" We'll live in an ordinary 4 rooms flat near our parents. Maybe have a kids or 2 and complaint of the high standard of living forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like everybody else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-6091485769843831316?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6091485769843831316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6091485769843831316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-not-special-anymore.html' title='I&apos;m not special anymore'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUN_UHsRlY/TdiMsG1CJzI/AAAAAAAACg0/SFHy1Pit8mU/s72-c/tumblr_llbprhvfaS1qdq9aho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-188550581505209584</id><published>2011-05-19T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:32:01.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just have to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://justlittlethings.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://justlittlethings.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the tumblrs that make me uber happy! It gives my heart a warm, fuzzy feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-188550581505209584?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/188550581505209584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/188550581505209584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-have-to-share.html' title='I just have to share'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4284404039433580835</id><published>2011-05-17T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:59:50.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be as free as a bird after thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylbus6lad_M/TdKbNeXkb7I/AAAAAAAACgs/6d_3RQhZhd0/s1600/228191_10150157716369998_739519997_6611170_6837215_n-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylbus6lad_M/TdKbNeXkb7I/AAAAAAAACgs/6d_3RQhZhd0/s400/228191_10150157716369998_739519997_6611170_6837215_n-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607715141822214066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I realised Lcc is in Taiwan, Jy is going to hongkong, Hazel is busy with her IA! Who's gonna keep me entertained?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-4284404039433580835?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4284404039433580835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4284404039433580835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-gonna-be-as-free-as-bird-after.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be as free as a bird after thursday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylbus6lad_M/TdKbNeXkb7I/AAAAAAAACgs/6d_3RQhZhd0/s72-c/228191_10150157716369998_739519997_6611170_6837215_n-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-1238907079898229123</id><published>2011-05-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:23:15.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost like my second home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP-k_YYZZeA/TdFPSbPHEUI/AAAAAAAACgk/e7ug50ZYkSQ/s1600/222224_10150166987149998_739519997_6705349_8309352_n-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP-k_YYZZeA/TdFPSbPHEUI/AAAAAAAACgk/e7ug50ZYkSQ/s400/222224_10150166987149998_739519997_6705349_8309352_n-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607350189020352834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP-k_YYZZeA/TdFPSbPHEUI/AAAAAAAACgk/e7ug50ZYkSQ/s1600/222224_10150166987149998_739519997_6705349_8309352_n-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when Vincent first told me that he was going to Nexus to study. I thought he was saying Nex, the not-so-new shopping centre in Serangoon. Yes, I'm a year 3 student of MAE and I didn't know that they have study room for us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I've been hanging there so often that it has practically become my second home. There's also a bunch of new friends (some not-so-new)that I've been studying with for this semester. They finally made me fulfill half of my must-have promise for every semester- Be a better person. I turned (slightly) over a new leaf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I studied this sem. &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/37558554-1238907079898229123?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1238907079898229123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/1238907079898229123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/05/almost-like-my-second-home.html' title='Almost like my second home'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP-k_YYZZeA/TdFPSbPHEUI/AAAAAAAACgk/e7ug50ZYkSQ/s72-c/222224_10150166987149998_739519997_6705349_8309352_n-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-2950530418153860628</id><published>2011-05-05T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T11:07:14.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fever fever</title><content type='html'>It really sucks to fall sick during exam period especially when I genuinely don't feel like taking mc for any paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqxoDlu_JI0/TcITjYT-JzI/AAAAAAAACgc/all9KXjEklk/s1600/Snapshot_20110505-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603062384944883506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqxoDlu_JI0/TcITjYT-JzI/AAAAAAAACgc/all9KXjEklk/s400/Snapshot_20110505-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents bought this for me. They said it cures fever but the name is really scary so i did a little google research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it comes to choosing beverages during my meals, I will always prefer something that's low sugar or healthier choice drinks. Recently I begin to like a drink which I normally will not think of drinking in the past. It's call "Pai Hua She Cao Shui" White Flower Snake Water - Direct translation from mandarin sounds "scary" not really it is Oldenlandia Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldenlandia Water is rich in mineral elements and it is indeed a refreshing drink. According to my research Oldenlandia is Chinese herb. Its character is sweet and light. It has many benefits, such as diminish fever, detoxification and assistant digest. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: http://chickensoupforyoursoul.blogspot.com/2008/10/golden-benefits-of-oldenlandia-water.&lt;/em&gt;html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-2950530418153860628?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2950530418153860628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2950530418153860628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/05/fever-fever.html' title='fever fever'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqxoDlu_JI0/TcITjYT-JzI/AAAAAAAACgc/all9KXjEklk/s72-c/Snapshot_20110505-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-2583204082545916949</id><published>2011-05-02T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:50:45.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I spent my sunday in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGooa8u3vAc/Tb2PQghXanI/AAAAAAAACgU/2s2ofCTfZnM/s1600/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601791025289325170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGooa8u3vAc/Tb2PQghXanI/AAAAAAAACgU/2s2ofCTfZnM/s400/study.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pondered for quite sometime before I finally decided to go to school on a SUNDAY to study. It's not gonna be productive if I do it at home and it's gonna be crowded outside on weekends. The thought of studying alone in school on a Sunday makes me sad. Fortuantely, I saw some friends in school. Lucky or what! At least I felt less lonely. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not confident about this semester. Then again, since when am I confident ever since I enter engineering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-2583204082545916949?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2583204082545916949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2583204082545916949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-spent-my-sunday-in-school.html' title='I spent my sunday in school'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGooa8u3vAc/Tb2PQghXanI/AAAAAAAACgU/2s2ofCTfZnM/s72-c/study.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-3325153198810716199</id><published>2011-04-30T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:46:42.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 dollars for a horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HoA1gKQLAP8/Tbr19xfo_PI/AAAAAAAACgM/jRkzfdek1XU/s1600/225459_10150156398214998_739519997_6601351_5326163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601059528195505394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HoA1gKQLAP8/Tbr19xfo_PI/AAAAAAAACgM/jRkzfdek1XU/s400/225459_10150156398214998_739519997_6601351_5326163_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the model for the project for one of my core modules. Basically, we had to design an amusement ride for kids less than 10 years old. Personally, I feel that the market is pretty satuarated and there's nothing much we can do these brats are pretty spoilt nowadays. I assumed they would rather stay in their air conditioned room, playing psp/iphone/dslite/xbox and shouting at their maids ocassionally for food and drinks. Anyhow, this is not the point. I'm so glad this project had finally ended. It's sucha waste of time. Perhaps, not to those who really have passion or knowledge in engineering, What I'd gained were merely improving on my cut and paste speed and rephrasing skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, this is an expensive project!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-3325153198810716199?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3325153198810716199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/3325153198810716199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/04/50-dollars-for-horse.html' title='50 dollars for a horse'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HoA1gKQLAP8/Tbr19xfo_PI/AAAAAAAACgM/jRkzfdek1XU/s72-c/225459_10150156398214998_739519997_6601351_5326163_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-6073597364179336184</id><published>2011-04-28T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T02:47:16.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Up at 3am, I'm bored! Needa talk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-6073597364179336184?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6073597364179336184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/6073597364179336184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-7224434170196857074</id><published>2011-04-28T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T01:51:41.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got alot to say</title><content type='html'>A LOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-7224434170196857074?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7224434170196857074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/7224434170196857074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-got-alot-to-say.html' title='I&apos;ve got alot to say'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4930839960002114352</id><published>2011-04-26T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:37:17.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why don't cha go to school?"</title><content type='html'>Because school is boringggg. How we do something fun without getting into trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-4930839960002114352?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4930839960002114352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4930839960002114352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-dont-cha-go-to-school.html' title='&quot;Why don&apos;t cha go to school?&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-4767811759055836658</id><published>2011-04-23T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:18:18.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whywhywhy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXmp7Jh9hGM/TbLDWCk9a0I/AAAAAAAACgE/GKE5_TgM0D8/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598752070191377218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXmp7Jh9hGM/TbLDWCk9a0I/AAAAAAAACgE/GKE5_TgM0D8/s400/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mp3011 is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nuisance&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-4767811759055836658?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4767811759055836658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/4767811759055836658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/04/whywhywhy.html' title='whywhywhy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXmp7Jh9hGM/TbLDWCk9a0I/AAAAAAAACgE/GKE5_TgM0D8/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-2853513007246547483</id><published>2011-04-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:56:29.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Rachel Lee, 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGqwIc-DFm4/TbF68UF6_kI/AAAAAAAACf8/KfF9zuoY8Jk/s1600/c30c59ca06c76f4f43638a2adbd94f4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598390988402523714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGqwIc-DFm4/TbF68UF6_kI/AAAAAAAACf8/KfF9zuoY8Jk/s400/c30c59ca06c76f4f43638a2adbd94f4a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/37558554-2853513007246547483?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2853513007246547483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2853513007246547483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-im-rachel-lee-19.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Rachel Lee, 19'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGqwIc-DFm4/TbF68UF6_kI/AAAAAAAACf8/KfF9zuoY8Jk/s72-c/c30c59ca06c76f4f43638a2adbd94f4a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-2036654975740091579</id><published>2011-04-22T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:53:24.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like fights, arguements or quarrels</title><content type='html'>So I do not get into them often. But if I really do, I don't like to lose. Therefore, I do not get into fights when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I know I'm wrong and I can't make myself sound right or&lt;br /&gt;2) with unreasonable peeps cos I know I can't win them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, I can be super unreasonable at times but only to the people I'm super close with. Cos I know even when they hate me now, they'll still love me more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37558554-2036654975740091579?l=michiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2036654975740091579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37558554/posts/default/2036654975740091579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michiology.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-like-fights-arguements-or.html' title='I don&apos;t like fights, arguements or quarrels'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776587996828964284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TzRWOaXeYKE/R_4q1aah7EI/AAAAAAAAA9I/p4Up2j2_2Wo/S220/1_107993380l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558554.post-1222201769357422462</id><published>2011-04-21T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:30:51.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SEuYtVsas0/Ta8KMADOIjI/AAAAAAAACf0/eIbYQ_SOXu0/s1600/tumblr_ljgq7gLeVc1qct7h6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; 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